ALLEGIANCES
ThunderClan
Leader: Flamestar
Deputy: Swanfeather
Medicine Cat: Oakpatch
Medicine Cat Apprentice: Leafpaw
Warriors: Mossfeather
Lionclaw
Spidersnow
Amberheart
Quailbrook
Pigeonwing
Breezespark
Mudfern
Shadeflash
Rushheart
Dovespeck
Stormcoat
Silverbreeze
Onyx
Beechspot
Apprentices: Badgerpaw
Ashpaw
Rainpaw
Ivypaw
CHAPTER ONE: FAREWELL
Sandstorm's P.O.V
Sandstorm was curled around her kits, Blazekit and Brightkit, awaiting Nightclaw's arrival. She
spent time studying her kit's features. Both of them took after her in their pelt colours; Blazekit
was a bright ginger tom with large paws, so Sandstorm knew he would grow up to be strong and
sturdy. He had his father's ice blue eyes, which looked up at her, oblivious of the events to come.
Her daughter, on the other paw, was staring at a stray cherry blossom, as if memorizing it's
details. She looked almost exactly like Sandstorm, her blonde fur, her slender shape, which
foretold that she would be agile. The only difference was her eyes; Sandstorm's were a stunning
blue, whereas Brightkit's were a focused and calm green, like an early spring leaf. Pawsteps
shifting earth outside the den brought Sandstorm back to reality, signaling that Nightclaw had
come. Her chest pinched as she looked outside to welcome him. Instead, it was Whitefoot outside.
He silently slipped inside the den, not even glancing at his nephew and niece. He spoke to her
with that eerily calm quality she so disliked, staring at her with those unblinking amber eyes,
which looked so much older than the white tom that bore them. He left moments before louder,
heavier steps sounded outside the den. And this time Sandstorm knew it was Nightclaw. She was
proved correct when the black tom with the icy blue eyes swooped into the den, studied Blazekit
silently for a few seconds, then nodded as if to confirm his approval. Sandstorm felt herself
shaking, and drew deep breaths to steady herself. She looked at Brightkit, who was now studying
Nightclaw with that same intensity she always held. Sandstorm quickly picked her up by the scruff
and plopping her just outisde the den. Nightclaw was waiting for her with Blazekit beside him.
''He'l do.'' He meows simply. Simply. Like this isn't one of the most important moments of his life!
I resist the urge to growl, to snap at him, to grab my poor son and run far, far away, to escape the
dangers and critisism of my Clanmates. But the rage melts inside me as I think of my father, his
scorning gaze locked on me. I look back at Whitefoot for some reassurance, but all I get is a calm
stare. His blankness unnerves me and I swivel back to Nightclaw. ''So you'l take him?'' I meow,
my voice cracking. ''Yes, he will make a fine warrior of ShadowClan.'' Tears burn as the back of my
eyes, so I lower my gaze. ''His name is Blazekit.'' My mew is barely more than i whisper, but i
know he hears me before he turns and pads away, a tiny orange bundle in his jaws.
CHAPTER TWO: SCORN
Brightkit's P.O.V
I'm not normal. I'm not like the other kits, who play mossball and annoy the elders and batter the
apprentices. I see things they don't, and that adds to the thing. My mother doesn't like to talk
about it, she thinks i don't know. I dream of it, though, of a bright orange tom kit, looking at me
with pride. And the black tom with the icy eyes, taking him away forever. Where is he? The
question burns inside me. I must know. It doesn't help that everyone around me looks at me like I
have greencough. Why? Because of the black tom with the icy eyes. My life has turned sour at four
moons because of him. My mother is sad because of him. The orange tom is gone because of him.
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