Warriors

Riverclan  Deerstar: Shaped like a deer, with antler-shaped birthmarks on forehead, red eyes, she-cat, brown fur, leader

Squidface: Sort of red tom, tentacle-like birthmarks around neck, grey eyes, deputy

Mintclaw: Black she-cat, long fur, beautiful sand-tan eyes, med cat

Smallcactus: blind tom, has spikes under fur that were somehow inserted for battle reasons, calico, very cranky, green eyes, elder

Quailclaw: light brown she-cat, blue eyes, almost as small as a kit, warrior

Palmflight: dark grey she-cat, has sea-blue eyes, warrior

Steelheart: silver-black she-cat, has crow-feathers in fur, grey eyes, queen, mother of Snowpaw

Smallclaw: tiny warrior, tan-ish fur, blue eyes, a voice that can unnerve even the evil Clawstar, tom

Tawnypaw: Snowpaw's littermate, tan pelt and grey eyes, tom, apprentice

Chainstripe: ugly tom, has chain-like marks on shaggy body, white fur, one yellow eye (the other was scratched out by a  badger) elder

Ducknose: calico , good warrior but is too bold, green eyes, tom

Sandtooth: sandy pelt, green eyes, tom, warrior, mate to Steelheart

Snowpaw (Frostlily) : hero, grey pelt, green eyes, she-cat, apprentice

 Thunderclan Naturestar: Green eyes, brown pelt, tom, leader


Cheesesnarl : Yellow tom, green eyes, deputy

Frogpaw: Cheesesnarl's apprentice, grey pelt, green eyes, tom

Brooksong: Med cat, she-cat, blue fur, yellow eyes

Echopinch: Sorrowful blue eyes, tan fur, she-cat, elder

Dragontail: Brave but arrogant warrior, tom, grey fur, purple eyes

Bravesoul: long fur, black fur, vivid teal eyes, queen, mother of Stormpaw and Blizzardpaw

Squirreljump: chocolate fur, green eyes, queen, mother of Frogpaw

Woodkit: brown she-cat, red eyes, abandoned by Clawstar and Foultail

Magicclaw: grey tom, brown eyes, warrior

Blizzardpaw: Stormpaw's troublesome sister, white fur, teal eyes

Tinycloud: Bravesoul's mate, warrior, scars on tail, blue fur, ice blue eyes

Poison: elder, purple eyes, grey fur

Talltail: large tom, Squirreljump's mate, warrior, black fur, pink eyes

Stormpaw: hero, stormy purple eyes, white fur, tom, regal posture, can be a bit ruthless to get what he wants


 Shadowclan Clawstar: black fur, tom, evil red eyes, leader

Foultail: Clawstar's mate, deputy, brown fur, scarred tail, green eyes

Bloodtooth: she-cat, med cat, green eyes, tan fur

Thunderlynx: Warrior, brown fur, black stripes, nephew of Clawstar

Swiftgaze: black tom often chosen for dawn patrol due to good eyes, amber eyes, warrior

Pinklaugh: Despite being laughed at, this red-furred she-cat strives to get revenge on Clawstar dubbing her this, blue eyes

Darkchain: Black tom, blue eyes, about everything about him is dark except for his eyes, elder

Sharppaw: calico she-cat, grey eyes, apprentice of Swiftgaze

Brassheart: grey she-cat, purple eyes, warrior

Dusteye: teal eyes, white fur, warrior, DNA mutation that causes two tails

Greenscar: Exile from Windclan, blue fur, green eyes, odd scars on belly

Taintpaw: Floodpaw's proud brother, apprentice of Thunderlynx, grey fur, black eyes, kit of Foultail
Smallpaw: sandy-pelted she-cat, amber eyes, child of Foultail and Clawstar, apprenticed to Floodstrike


Floodpaw: hero, brown fur, blue eyes, runt of the clan, will even kill his father just to survive


 Windclan  Firstar: white fur, speckled, tan eyes, she cat, leader, dead

Coalsprint: black tom, deputy, green eyes, fast sprint

Oakface: she-cat, med cat, brown eyes, reddish fur

Hawkleaf: tom, warrior, unnerving gaze, sparkly black fur, grey eyes

Branchclaw: queen, mother of Swiftpaw, brown fur, green eyes

Springcry: tom, mate to Branchclaw, calico fur, one blue eye, one green

Sorrowdew: she-cat, ice-blue eyes, purple-black fur, elder

Cherrypaw: Sister to Swiftpaw, red eyes, black fur

Frosteye: tom, ice-blue eyes, child of Sorrowdew, father is unknown, black fur, warrior

Lionear: yellow/ brown tom, yellow eyes, warrior

Swiftpaw: hero, black fur, strong muscles, she-cat, amber eyes, will follow the Warrior Code even at the cost of her life, a tad lazy


 Bloodclan  Sootstar: black fur, tom, blue eyes, leader, apparent rivalry with Creamstar, insists on using clan traditional occupations,

Tangle: deputy, green eyes, she-cat, black fur

Piss: For some reason, the med cat has a disgusting word for a name, but she is a very gentle cat, blue eyes, white fur

Scruff: kit, child of Kitty and Bee, blue eyes, silvery fur, tom

Kitty: Collar, she-cat, grey eyes, faint star spots, grey fur, mate to Bee

Bee: black eyes, bee-colored fur, faint scar on belly

Skull: Sootstar's mate, she-cat, yellow eyes, white fur, black spot on her cheek, parent of Rice and Egg

Bleed: red eyes, white fur, apprentice of Sootstar, was abandoned by a careless Twoleg, she-cat
Runesand: brown fur, brown eyes, black stripes, tom


Egg: white fur, Rice's brother with an attitude, red eyes

Rice: white fur, green eyes, hero, has a perfect personality, can be a bit hot-headed sometimes


 Skyclan  Creamstar: Seems to have some sort of history with Bloodclan and Sootstar, milky fur, stormy grey eyes, leader, she-cat

Blunttooth: deputy, deformed teeth, blue eyes, white fur, tom

Billystorm: elder, experienced the Great Move from the world beyond to Jamaa, survives now as a spirit unable to reach Starclan, dwells in the bushes, tom

Goldpelt: yellow-ish fur, blue eyes, med cat, has vast knowledge of the medicines Twolegs drop, she-cat

Wolftail: bushy tail, warrior, tom, green eyes, grey fur, mate to Lavastream

Lavastream: grey eyes, red fur with white-ish spots, she-cat, warrior

Vinepaw: green eyes, child of Lavastream and Wolftail, black fur with red-ish spots, bushy tail, she-cat

Cliffkit: Child of the Bloodclan exiles Tempest and Arachne, grey fur, black eyes, tom

Onepaw: One paw's strength lost due to a birth defect, green eyes, sibling to Earthpaw, blue fur, she-cat

Tansplash: she-cat, mother of Onepaw and Earthpaw, blue fur, blue eyes, queen

Bearsong: tom, mate to Tansplash, warrior, brown fur, brown eyes

Leopardtuft: tom, warrior, leopard-like pelt

Thunderleaf: elder, she-cat, yellow-ish eyes, black fur

Nettleclaw: White fur, she-cat, brown stripes, blue eyes, warrior
Seasoul: Brown fur, black stripes, blind, elder, tom


Earthpaw: hero, brown fur, blue eyes, has a horrible temper, very good at hunting, tom
IceClan
Froststar: Black cat, green eyes, part of Frostlily's soul, leader of the long-lost clan,she-cat, hero


Rockpelt: Brown cat, stripes, amber eyes, deputy, tom

Breezepool: Tom, light-brown fur, grey eyes,

Lightrock: Med cat, she-cat,  brown fur, blue eyes

Dogpaw: Apprenticed to Lightrock, tom, brown fur, amber eyes

Blizzardpaw: Apprenticed to Froststar, brown-black fur, amber eyes., tom

Cruelheart: Orange eyes, brown fur, tom, warrior,

Rabbitsoul: Siamese, green eyes, warrior, she-cat

Emberpaw: Apprenticed to Breezepool, red fur, green eyes, tom

Fluffleaf: Calico fur, amber eyes, warrior, she-cat

Stonetrickle: tom, elder, black fur, amber eyes, acts like a consultant to Froststar sometimes.

Sharkbramble: warrior, she-cat, grey fur, amber eyes, black leopard spots, attacks so strongly she can rip apart stone

FireClan
Brownstar: brown fur, blue eyes, tom, leader, love interest of Froststar

Firethrush: red fur, amber eyes, deputy, tom

Voletail: brown fur, blue eyes, med cat, she-cat

Sandpaw: Apprentice of Voletail, amber eyes, fluffy tail, tiger pelt, she-cat

Dawnpaw: apprenticed to Brownstar, hero, she-cat, brown striped fir, grey eyes

Boneback:  brown tom, warrior, amber eyes

Ashnettle: red fur, amber eyes, tom, warrior

Darkpine: light brown she-cat, warrior, amber eyes

Sunclaw: elder, tom, brown-amber eyes, red fur

Stargazer: Exile from SkyClan, became a kittypet before joining FireClan, warrior, brown fur, yellow eyes, hero

Prophecy of Blackened Skies:
Seven cats will uncover secrets
Secrets shall be covered
Friends turn on each other
War will tear apart the land
Darkened skies, darkened skies...





TO THE WORLD OF THE JAMAA
WARRIORS. PREPARE FOR ADVENTURE,
THRILLS, AND THE FIGHT FOR JUSTICE...
THIS IS WARRIORS OF JAMAA,
BROUGHT TO YOU BY AMY JIAO
PRESS AND JAMAASIAN LORE EDUCATION.
CONCEPT COPYRIGHT OF HARCOURT PUBLISHINGS.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

 Snowkit wandered into the forest, ignoring Steelheart's cries for her.
Light made the forest look enchanting, even though this was Thunderclan territory. Riverclan lived deep in the temple, where the shade provided nice air. Prey was plentiful, and the brambles around camp made it harder for Thunderclan, Bloodclan and Shadowclan to enter.
"Ooh, a thrush!" she squealed at the sight of the bir, and leaped on it.
She killed it.
Ruffling her soft black leopard-pattern fur, she picked the thrush up, and headed back to the camp.
However, the overgrowth was dense, and Snowkit had a hard time finding her way through it.
Soon, she was lost.
"What shall I do?" she wailed.
Her adventurous side awakened, and thrush in mouth, she ran to the west.
All of a sudden, the world flipped upside down, and a heavy tom pinned her down.
"Little kit, give me the thrush!" the tom snapped, black eyes glowing with hunger.
"Clawheart,  it is just a kit. No thrushes live in the grasslands, where Shadowclan dwells. She must have hunted elsewhere." a voice said.
Snowkit saw a sleek she-cat Tawnykit surely would've fallen in love in walk here.
"Clawheart, really. Your arrogance has no bounds. Let go of the kit, now." the she-cat said. Clawheart growled.
"Yes, Sleekstar."
Snowkit ran home, not looking back.

 Floodkit looked up from his tasty snake as Sleekstar led the deputy, Clawheart, back into the Grass Circle. Generations of cats had scratched their backs against the tall grass, making it rough, so that other cats could relax against the borders.
Heck, this was better than Sunningrocks.
"Mommy, can I please go play with the other kits?" he asked Foultail.
She nodded, and went outside to nuzzle with Clawheart.
But instead of playing the silly games the other kits (such as Taintkit) would play with moss, he went to the rim of the camp and hunted mice with Swiftgaze.
She understood why he wanted to hunt.
"You know what? I think you're so good at hunting, you should be my apprentice before you are six moons old. The 'other' cats of the 'prophecy' Mintclaw had said at the gathering are also five moons old." Swiftgaze said as Floodkit tackled a mouse and brought it down.
Floodkit had heard all this mumbo-jumbo about the Black Prophecy, and it went like this:

 Five cats will uncover secrets
 Claws and lightning will betray them
 Small things are dangerous to the heroes
 All shall perish if the evil isn't stopped

 Floodkit didn't like the prophecy, but nobody did either.
Swiftgaze was about to request her idea to Sleekstar when a hulking badger came out of nowhere.
"Badger!" screamed Swiftgaze. A few warriors came out, and Floodkit joined them.
The badger charged, but Floodkit leaped onto the badger's back and ripped its ears.
Each warrior slashed the legs of the badger, and Floodkit stabbed the back. Swiftgaze distracted the badger by letting her fur stand on end and hissing.
"Urghhh..." the badger mumbled. Floodkit barely got off before it crashed to the ground.
One enemy down, like a million left to go.

 Stormkit slept peacefully on the moss, sucking a bit at his mother's nipples, but he was almost five moons old, so he didn't do it frequently.
Suddenly, a growl came from the leader's den, and Stormkit sprang up, peeking his head out of the nursery to peek at the leader's den.
Cheesesnarl and Naturestar were arguing about something, but he didn't know what.
Just as he started to understand what was happening, Bravesoul dragged him back in the nursery.
Stormkit grimly thought about what he had heard.
It was about the danger of his arrogance, and it wasn't good.

Swiftkit shuddered under the cave entrance, where the queens lived. On their territory on Mount Shiveer, it was brutally cold and hard to run on, but it was the closest thing they could get to a moor. Posies and other plants blocked the snow and ice from entering, but the kits relied on their mothers for food and warmth. The moss, lichen and brambles were nice and soft, sure, but it wasn't nice for it to always be leaf-bare.
As did all of the other prophecy cats, she knew the prophecy, but it made no sense to her. The warmth of her mother smothered her with love, and she suckled a bit more.
"Mama, will it someday warm up more for Windclan?" she asked her mother. They disputed often over the Gorge, or Coral Canyons, because Riverclan said it was theirs, but WindClan said it was theirs to warm up on.
Branchclaw turned around weakly and forced a smile.
"If StarClan allows, then yes, Swiftkit." Branchclaw said.

Earthkit yawned, gazing out at the RiverClan and WindClan cats squabbling over SkyClan's gorge. Creamstar had told Deerstar that they could share the gorge, but she had forgotten and told Firstar, too, so now they were forced to watch RiverClan and Windclan fight over territory. Windclan also had poor relations with ShadowClan about the swampy mud bog in Appondale, and with Thunderclan over Coral Pathways (Fourtrees), so they were very divided and without camp guards.
Nobody in SkyClan had wished this to happen, but Earthkit thought it was amusing how they screamed insults like "Fox dung!"
Tansplash tried to shield Earthkit from the severe profanity, of course, but he remembered that insult very well.
Creamstar padded over to the nursery, and peered in.
"Earthkit, you know you are part of the prophecy, and I would like to say that you will be a brave warrior soon, and I hope you can also solve the rift between RiverClan and WindClan! Believe me, I know potential when I see it." Creamstar said to Earthkit. He blushed.
Tansplash let out a small mrow of amusement.
Creamstar went back to the leader's den without another word.

Rice chewed the pizza with content, licking his collar free of grime.
Egg padded up to him, mouth full with squirrel from the forest.
"Leaf-bare isn't that bad, y'know, as long as those blubbering ThunderClan idiots don't find us in their territory." Egg said. Rice nodded between pizza bites. The maggots had gotten to it before he did, but the scraps were decent.
They were in the alleys of Jamaa Township, fending for themselves in the streets, and Rice was the only hero unaware of the prophecy.
Both of them were scavenging for some scraps for their clan, and were uneager to return to their clan without a dog tooth in their collar. They could give Sootstar some pie crust, sure, but they would get more respect with a dog tooth in their collar.
The only teeth they had were teeth from kittypets, which nobody respected them for.
Unsheathing their claws, they inspected the dog tooth claws Sootstar had given them when they were a moon old.
"Lets go fight a dog." Rice mewed, licking Egg's fur. They sheathed their claws, and prowled the shadows, waiting for a dog to spot them from the crowd of wild animals.
"Rarr ruff!" the dog growled. They ran for a bit, luring the dog to Mira's shrine, where they could fight the dog together.
Their scars from a near escape from RiverClan still sharp, they snarled at the dog and let their hair stand on end.
The dog barked at them.
"Go away!" Egg screeched. The dog ran at them, but its teeth met only copper statue.
Rice crept up behind it, and scratched at its butt. The dog howled as blood trickled from its legs.
Egg took the dog from the front, lashing out at its forehead, letting blood blind the dog.
Fur fresh with bloodlust, the littermates bit the dog's collar.
The dog ran away, spitting out its two front teeth.
Rice licked his wounds, wondering where cobwebs were when you needed them, then picked up a tooth and put it through his white collar.
Egg did the same.
"Egg, we need to go back to the Box-Pile. Mother will be worried." Rice growled. The duo crawled in the shadows, ready to fend for their lives if a dog scented them.

Snowpaw picked up the scent of vole, and followed it to a tiny rock. There, she pounced with her sharp claws ready... and picked up a carcass of the furry creature.
It had been six moons since she had trespassed on ThunderClan territory, and Ducknose was her mentor now. The tall, misty trees in the temple brought more scents to her nose, but she was too young to follow them without Ducknose's help, as a badger or dog could be waiting for her near the prey.
Ducknose padded over to her, smiled, and picked up the vole.
"Good catch, Snowpaw, Greenleaf is a good season for apprentices. Now, time to swim." Ducknose said, gently butting Snowpaw.
The apprentice squealed with glee.
They stepped down Sunningrocks, went past some normal Jammers enjoying their lives, and padded to the river.
Mud lay beneath the river, but it was decent enough for swimming.
"Go, Snowpaw, I will be in the water to catch you." Ducknose purred, trying to make sure Snowpaw didn't hesitate.
Just as he slipped into the water, the small cat jumped into the water and swam perfectly.
"Great StarClan, that was quick! I'll teach you how to fish now!" Ducknose said.
However, little did little Snowpaw and good-hearted Ducknose know that StarClan was watching Snowpaw's every move....

 Snowpaw padded up to the Tallrock, where Deerstar stood. Her composure was calm, and she seemed like a proper leader. Squidface was sitting on the slightly shorter rock next to her. The entire clan was sitting in front of Deerstar, despite the bitter cold outside their dens. The vivid leaves were nearly gone, which was a relief for devoted hunters. For some reason, all eyes were on her.
"Snowpaw, you are old enough to become a warrior!" purred Deerstar.
She was shocked.
She wasn't even six moons old yet! Deerstar sure was acting weird today. Tawnypaw was older
The other RiverClan cats also seemed surprised at this early ceremony. As far as they knew, only a few other cats in every Clan's history had done this before.
Snowpaw blushed, and padded up to the leader rock.
"I think we should rename you, Snowpaw. All of the possible names with 'Snow' in it are taken, and I don't want you to be accused of being a faker. For this, I rename you Frostlily." Deerstar said.
Whispers traveled like wind among RiverClan.
"Are you fine with this, Tawnypaw and Steelheart?" Deerstar asked.
Frostlily's family stepped forward, waving their tails around and trying their best to look calm in this odd situation.
Squidface let out a mrow of amusement at the chaos and confusion Deerstar had caused.
He stepped forward to complain about the name-change, but Deerstar's tail held him  back.
Tawnypaw, the arrogant apprentice, smiled.
"I'm fine with it. It's a much cooler name than I would expect from such a dull cat." he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Steelheart was wiser, so she hesitated.
"If this is for protecting my kit, I comply. Snowpaw is now Frostlily." she mewled, her shy nature showing through.
Sandtooth also stepped forward.
"I understand the situation. Deerstar, I agree with you that Frostlily is a more suitable name. I allow my daughter to be renamed."
Deerstar smiled.
"Tawnypaw, apprentice of Quailclaw, you may return to your duties. Sandtooth, organize a patrol. Steelheart, you may do what you wish." Deerstar said. "Clan meeting dismissed. Frostlily, your vigil starts at sundown."
Frostlily padded off to Sunningrocks, sunbathing and guarding it from ThunderClan attack.

Rice and Egg walked up to Skull calmly, their mouths still coated with moldy pizza sauce after they had killed a dog and taken some crow-food out of the trash cans.
Sootstar was nuzzling her, and Skull was chewing a dirty bone she had found in the alleyways.
"Sootstar, what is our next mission for BloodClan?" Rice growled. His fur was ruffled after the dog had pinned him down, but he was level-headed, as usual.
"Rice, we shouldn't be doing this! We don't need BloodClan for safety! We can manage fine on our own!" Egg snarled, batting at Rice's belly like an idiot.
Sootstar's fur stood on end, and Skull narrowed her eyes.
"My kit, you cannot leave. Even at the age of six months, there are many dangers you have yet to learn about. You will be able to claw the throats of those vengeful Clan cats soon, but you must hone your skills slaying dogs." Skull snarled. "Otherwise, we can leave you to the Jammers to take you in as a kittypet, or maybe leave you to the dogs."
Rice shuddered, as the BloodClan cats told many tales about the lethal bites of the dogs. One bite from the crazy ones, and you're dead.
In his nightmares, he always dreamed of the foaming mouths of the crazy dogs, the cold claws of death... before he left this sorry excuse for a "clan", he needed protection from those monsters roaming the streets, and from the dangers beyond the various alleyways.
Sootstar waved his tail around, then got up to address Tangle, Piss and Scruff so that they could go out to look for food.
Skull settled down into her box nest, while Egg trudged around their alley sulking.
Rice, of course, tried to peel the stupid teeth out of his collar, but it was no use.

Swiftbreeze ran across the snow, relieved to get her muscles stretching after three moons of being cooped up in that stupid nest. There were some yarrow and poppy seeds under the snow, but it wasn't her duty to dig them up.
The rabbit she was pursing dove into a tunnel, and she dove after it.
Darkness swallowed Swiftbreeze on all sides, and she coughed out limestone dust.
She could smell the rabbit's scent getting farther ahead, but there were much fresher and tastier scents overlapping it.
Hawkleaf's scent was also here, but it was very, very stale.
Swiftbreeze was relieved.
Their old home had tunnels like this, but they were much less stable and more confusing to navigate.
Slowly, Swiftbreeze crawled down into the oldest tunnel, the Crow-Food section, where rotting food was left to... uh, rot.
The stench of the flies and dung there made the tasty scent faint, but Swiftbreeze was able to block out the stench and zero in on the fresher scent.
After what seemed like moons of walking, she arrived at the small pocket of space where Firstar and Oakface usually hid from the rest of WindClan while they were coddling each other.
Swiftbreeze knew, but they still did it.
Where there usually was a little bit of moss and crumpled up stick bark, there was a dead shrew lying on the leaf. It had been recently killed, but she couldn't recognize what scents were on it. Quite a lot of blood was splattered on the ceiling.
Then, she made out one of the scents.
It was Oakface, leading into a side tunnel, with a faint scent of blood and Firstar's mangled pelt dragging alongside her scent.
Swiftbreeze ran.

When Swiftbreeze finally found Oakface, she was applying some horsetail to Firstar's bloody wound on his belly, and using some tansy and cobwebs to patch up the wound.
Swiftbreeze ran up to Firstar, and licked his pelt. She tried to adjust the tansy on his wound, but his breathing slowly slowed.
"Smallcactus... he...just ran up to me....and used his claws to rake my belly..."
Firstar's eyes glazed over, and he stopped moving.
Oakface opened her mouth to let out a wail.
Swiftbreeze's eyes were full of hatred.
"Oh, RiverClan will pay for this.... their flea-bitten pelts will be ripped off as revenge for our leader's death!"
Oakface shook her head, as if to say "Swiftbreeze, those measures will NOT be taken, certainly not."
Swiftbreeze ran back to the camp to tell Coalsprint about Firstar's untimely demise.

Frostlily was licking her fur as she ate her mackerel when all of a sudden, cold claws raked her pelt.
Was Tawnypaw teasing her again? Her vigil had already been interrupted by her troublesome brother more than once already.
The elders weren't doing much, and everyone else was asleep, so the only thing that could be doing that could have been an enemy.
She rolled away from the claws and faced her threat.
Swiftbreeze, a good friend of hers, was facing her in the face.
"Frostlily. Let. Me. In. Your. Camp." she growled, her tone as cold and unpleasant as her strong claws that had raked her spine. Blood was still dripping down her pelt.
"Not on my vigil. What in StarClan are you doing?" Frostlily growled back. Her fur started to stand on end.
"Snowpaw. I repeat, let me in." Swiftbreeze growled. Other shapes started to clamber out of the holly bushes.
"My name is now Frostlily, Swiftbreeze. And if you're bringing in a patrol with you, I would rather spill my mother's blood than do it. No battles in my camp, k?"
Squidface and Quailclaw walked out of camp to assist Frostlily. Ducknose and Tawnypaw were also coming, and soon all of the clan would be ready to defend.
"Smallcactus murdered our leader!" Swiftbreeze snarled. "Let me in so that I can talk sense to him!"
Frostlily hissed. "Not with a battle patrol with you and definitely not with your enhanced claws! Go attack somebody else!"
Deerstar rustled the bushes, and yawned.
"What in StarClan is going on he-"
She was cut off by Coalsprint's battle cry.
Frosteye, Sorrowdew and Lionear leaped at Quailclaw, Tawnypaw and Ducknose, and blood started to spill on the grass. Swiftbreeze pounced, but Frost lily sidestepped her and raked her claws on  Swiftbreeze's tail, quickly yanking it and pinning her down. She kicked Swiftbreeze multiple times before her opponent lashed out and forced Frostlily off her.
Since Swiftbreeze was a bit smaller, she tried to cling onto Frostlily's fur, but she simply shook Swiftbreeze off and clawed a gash over Swiftbreeze's eye, sheathing her claws to deliver the final blow on the head.
While Swiftbreeze choked in her own blood, Frostlily wiped some of it off just because Swiftbreeze was her friend.
"This is what happens if you challenge RiverClan, Swiftbreeze. Go back to your clan and don't come back until you have an apology." Frostlily snarled. She knocked Swiftbreeze into the river, where her friend started scrabbling for the shore.
The rest of the battle was also turning in favor of RiverClan, as the triumphant faces of her Clanmates pushed WindClan into the river.
Deerstar glanced at Frostlily.
"That was.... a bit harsh, but I see your reasons. If Swiftbreeze really wanted to talk to Smallcactus, coming during the day without the patrol would have been better. And what is this stuff about Firstar's death? He wouldn't die willingly..." Deerstar trailed off as she realize Firstar's demise was intentional by somebody.;.. but who would want so much carnage to rip the Clans apart?
Suddenly, the pressure of the prophecy weighed down on Frostlily's shoulders, and she decided the vigil should be spent in silence.
She padded past her leader, and sat behind the hibiscus bush going over what she had done.

Floodstrike slowly sat down on the rock, licking his paws.
He had been apprenticed early, but in the meantime had been severely injured when hunting a vole (a tree branch fell on him and broke his spine) and needed thorough therapy from Bloodtooth to recover. Now, he was embarrassed to show the many scars on his back, but it seemed to attract the she-cats, so he tried to put up with it.
Floodstrike didn't have very dark fur, which normally would have gotten him booted out if the environment was different. They slunk in the shadows of the grass, hence keeping their name despite drastic changes to their lifestyle after StarClan had transported most of the Clans (a few cats were left behind by mistake and were stuck back in the Lake) to Jamaa when a storm struck and ripped apart most of the area. Many cats had died, and the Clans were forever changed. The rogue clans IceClan and FireClan they were battling at the time vanished, but were certainly still alive.
He padded up to the pool of water in the shady area of the camp and lapped up some water, stretching his limbs in the sunshine. Some of the kits were playing with some vulture feathers, which Floodstrike found awfully cute. They batted at it as if they were mighty eagles.
He walked towards the two rocks leaning on each other, which was the Elder's den. Despite hating WindClan, they used the massive prairie dog burrows underneath Appondale to their advantage and used some as part of more crowded dens, and some for battle and food storage purposes.
Clawstar padded up to him just as Floodstrike offered to massage one of the clan elders.
"Can you keep a secret?" he meowed, trying to sound calm. Floodstrike could sense he was agitated, though.
Floodstrike had a bad feeling, but he said "Um, sure."
"Good," Clawstar hissed, beckoning for him to follow with his tail. "I need someone I can count on in these troublesome times."
Floodstrike padded along, following Clawstar's scent as they passed the camp borders and ventured out into the tall grass.
Soon, though, they entered a small clearing where an acacia tree stood, which was the Acacia Pyre to the clans. Some of the patrols Clawstar had sent out earlier were filling their bellies here and drinking from the muddy water underneath the tree's roots.
"Go keep those rotten Bloodclan and Windclan cats away from out territory! Stop lazing around!" Clawstar hissed.
Pinklaugh and Foultail looked up, both snarling at Clawstar. Greenscar, Thunderlynx, Swiftgaze and Taintfur also started to get agitated.
"Why should we not get time to relax and get a drink? We have a right to make short stops patrolling! We were just on our way out, thankyouverymuch! Besides, I'm not excited to see my ex-clanmates!" Greenscar hissed, fur standing on end.
Clawstar grumbled.
"So-rry, I was just trying to make sure we have a safe clan. The fields are very large, so we don't want anyone on the loose in there. Besides, I want to talk to Floodstrike in private."
The others relaxed, but Taintfur, being the arrogant cat he was, lunged at Clawstar. Clawstar easily side-stepped, and knocked Taintfur off his paws. While Taintfur struggled to recover, Clawstar kicked him over to his patrol and Thunderlynx.
"Go," he said, "and don't come back to camp until we send out a dusk patrol."
The patrol fled, tails under their bellies. After all, to defeat such a mighty warrior such as Taintfur was a great accomplishment.
Random cat image, BTW. =P


Stormshade yawned in his den under the mossy log.
The patrol had told ThunderClan that RiverClan and WindClan were scrabbling over who murdered Firstar. He didn't have the slightest care for their flea-bitten coats, but WindClan had trampled nearly all of the shrubs concealing their camp, which worried Naturestar considering that most of their prey was caught there. Already, the hunting patrols were getting less and less food, which was causing the waning fresh-kill pile.
"Waking up, sleepy-head?"
Stormshade looked up at the lovely face of Woodapple glancing down at him.
"Erg mum ger bah." was all he could manage.
Woodapple raised an eyebrow.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Stormshade was stunned by her lovely voice.
"Ermum la geesha."
"Do you have rabies or something? You're foaming at the mouth. Or did you eat a deathberry in your dreams and you are still asleep."
"Num! Mum yum nom you!"
Woodapple huffed with apprehension.
"Males," she grumbled, "always getting sick in their sleep. I'm going to go get Brooksong."
Stormshade sat upright, finally out of his stupid spell. What in StarClan happened to him? He had rehearsed his lines!
He sighed.
Well, Stormshade thought, at least I know she's grown out of that mewling kit BloodClan had left in the woods. If he hadn't found her while training, she would have been eating by a dog.. or worse.
Still, that moment when he was a kit, when Cheesesnarl and Naturestar were squabbling... it meant the prophecy was coming sooner than any of the Clans expected.
Just then, Brooksong stepped in.
She was startled by his fine condition.
"Woodapple told me you were sick. Why are you healthy, then?" she said.
"It's nothing," Stormshade reassured her, and stepped out of his den to gulp some fresh air, kicking some ferns and twigs aside.
Brooksong glanced at him skeptically, but accepted it.
However, she was worried his love for Woodapple was controlling him.

Earthdew padded over to Creamstar, who was playing with ants on the arid canyon floor.
"Having fun?"
Creamstar turned around, unsheathing her claws. When she saw it was just Earthdew, she relaxed.
"Oh, good." she murmured. "I thought that Firstar was going to pester me again about handing over some gorge territory... or worse."
Earthdew decided Creamstar was probably going to be happy about the news he was bringing to her.
"Firstar has been murdered, and now WindClan and RiverClan have something new to squabble about. However, some of the other clans fear their fight may tear apart the heart of Jamaa."
Creamstar looked shocked, as if Earthdew had plunged her claws deep into her heart, and fainted.
Earthdew cried out.
Blunttooth came over from the fresh-kill pile, bits of lizard meat on his lips.
"What in tarnation is going on?!" Blunttooth growled, since Earthdew's cry had apparently woken up some of the kits from their naps. To prove that, distressed mewls came from the cave.
"Oh. GOLDPELT! GO GET BILLYSTORM!"
Goldpelt ran over from sorting through her catmint stores.
"What is the problem here... oh." Goldpelt asked, staring down at Creamstar's limp body.
She whistled as hard as she could.
Nothing happened.
"I swear, where did he..." Goldpelt was cut off by the sucking of multi-dimensional energy, then the spirit of Billystorm appeared.
Billystorm, the old tom, had been trapped with the traveling SkyClan when he had died, lost in the cosmos. His spirit was now bound to Creamstar, giving her a tenth life.
"Looks like Creamstar must be in shock. Why do you need me, then?" Billystorm huffed, his transparent silhouette shimmering.
"We need you to revive Creamstar before she can get a heart attack." Goldpelt mewled silently.
By then, most of SkyClan had already gathered around Creamstar, whispering.
Billystorm simply waved a paw, and Creamstar came to.
"Wha...." she muttered, moving ever so slightly.
Billystorm vanished into the shrubs, his movement as silent as a snake's hiss.
Creamstar got up, her paws a bit wobbly.
After a few minutes, she finally could speak full sentences.
"The news just hit me extra hard. Firstar is a young leader, after all. So, whoever did this somehow slashed all eight lives (he lost one when a thorn burst his pad and infected him) out of him, like Scourge did to Tigerstar many seasons ago.Only a BloodClan cat could even attempt that safely. Must have been Sootstar. Meet me at the Tallrock at sundown, SkyClan. We have much to discuss."
With that, she waved her tail, and went to get more bedding for her den.

Deerstar, Squidface, and Frostlily gathered around Sunningrocks, where they were guarding in case some ThunderClan doofus came up and started to sun.
They were talking important matters, of course.
Such as the problem of Firstar's murder.
"I think it must have been Naturestar. After all, he loathes WindClan despite his ancestor's close bond with them. Maybe young Floodstrike, he's as ruthless as any savage BloodClan cat. The only reason we haven't drove them out yet is because they have one of the heroes, and he won't leave his clan." Deerstar purred.
Squidface shook his head.
"We're missing their motive and time to do it. ThunderClan cats honor the Warrior Code above most else, and rarely bend it unless necessary. However, Sootstar has a motive, time, and track record. He also knows the attack that had slew Firstar."
Frostlily didn't join actively in the heated discussion, as she couldn't imagine any of the leaders would dare do so, despite StarClan weakening over time.
Suddenly, she had a horrible idea. Frostlily remembered Clawstar back when she was a kit, and he seemed to hate everything. Rumors also say he murdered Sleekstar in a grab for power. Now, ShadowClan was no longer doing patrols or sneaking under the cover of night to steal prey, or even attending gatherings. They even weren't spotted venturing out of their precious little camp, except to hunt! It seemed as if they were training for a storm... a strong storm.
Frostlily turned around, and spoke.
"Deerstar, Squidface, I think that Clawstar murdered Firstar."
They gasped.

Froststar muttered under her breath as she chewed the fish she had caught, stripping the meat off the bones. Rockpelt yawned on his comfy bed of moss and brambles.
"Hello, Froststar. I just had a wondrous dream about eating a giant eagle. Have you talked to Mintclaw about StarClan and what they are doing in this state?" he mumbled, still half-asleep. She jabbed a fish rib into his belly, and he yowled. It was gentle enough that it barely scratched him, but sharp enough to jolt him to his senses.
"Oh, fox-dung. I'm going to go gather some tansy and horsetail, then." Rockpelt grumbled, digging his claws into the slimy ground. Froststar sighed, and lapped up some water from the river that separated the two sides of the camp. Of course, she could always drink on their makeshift bridge of pebbles and wood, but she didn't want to scare away the fish from the cats hunting upstream.
IceClan lived under the Sunningrocks, where food was plentiful and RiverClan cats barely bothered them. Sometimes they ventured out to gather herbs and to hunt, but the mice, fish and frogs inside the slimy cavern sufficed. Besides, there were herbs growing near the boulders where this tunnel had collapsed many moons ago, where ice had cracked open the dirt.
Of course, there were slight cracks inside the cave where sunlight slanted in at an angle so that it was easy to bask on toasty days and herbs grew easily there. Thick bushes grew on the dirt patches scratched deep into the stone, guarding the camp from any attack except for river attacks, and they had plenty of rogue warriors to defend the helpless.
Suddenly, a cry echoed inside the cave.
She followed the cry, alarmed.

Brownstar licked his paws, staring into the dank water around the island FireClan's camp was. He liked the Forgotten Valley, but Brownstar would have preferred the Sand Pyre as a hideout, as it was cold here. Froststar would have made better use of the fog and river, but nooooo, she had to insist to live underneath RiverClan for undisclosed reasons...
He remembered the beautiful face of her, the way her tail waved when she laughed, and Froststar's desirable physique... It triggered nostalgia for those days they had running around the sun-drown place, catching crabs and having a jolly old time, when StarClan just had to intervene with their wonderful lives and put a tight weight on their shoulders: reviving the lost clans FireClan and IceClan. Obviously, he had got FireClan.
Firethrush and Stargazer padded up to him, joyfully basking in the satisfying crunch crick the crumpled leaves made. It annoyed him, which for some reason made it a pleasure for them to walk on them all night.
"You seem relaxed, despite Dawnpaw going on vigil tonight. You okay?" Firethrush mewled, nudging his shoulder.
"I'm fine, thank you, its just that I'm thinking about the dilemma the other clans are about who murdered Firstar." Brownstar replied. "If I could join them on the Flatrock at the gathering, I would say they should get over it! The code was meant to reinforce things and keep peace, not cause all this trouble. The official clans are amusing when they squabble."
Stargazer nodded in understanding. He had traveled dimensions just to get to the original world their ancestors lived in, going to the now-dry Moonpool to talk to StarClan and become a kittypet. It was all because Stargazer was exiled from SkyClan for feeding the now-deceased Pandastar foxglove when she had greencough.
Glancing at the fresh-kill piles and the blood dribbling down the stones some of them were impaled on, Brownstar waved his tail.
"Go get Dawnleaf (my apprentice, to be officially named soon), Boneback and Ashnettle for a dusk patrol. I don't want those disgusting BloodClan cats or ShadowClan cats wandering anywhere close to our territory. Also tell Darkpine and Sunclaw to go on a hunting patrol. Sunclaw is a new elder, she can still hunt decently." said Brownstar. Firethrush and Stargazer nodded, and he returned to gazing at the water, as if he were to flick a fish onto the shore (despite there being the logs connecting their island to the mainland that were stable enough for that) and thinking.
All of the bramble and gorse bushes behind him rustled as the cats living under them moved around, some bushy tails being flicked like fingers. The med den, underneath the hollow stump, was as quiet as usual despite cats talking inside it. A few other cats were eating sparrows outside of the elder's den (some stones crudely stacked on each other), although Brownstar couldn't distinguish their scents.
After a while, he got up and padded into the leader's den to fall asleep on top of his leaves and moss. (The leader's den is inside an old beech tree at the center of the island.)

To Be Continued...
(Something a BloodClan member may say to the opponent when they win)

And this is what a BloodClan cat does every day!

Yep. =P (Derpity derp.)
Now, continued!

Froststar ran across the slippery rock, plunging head-first into the murky dark. When she emerged in the Moonlake, the place where she contacted StarClan (the original Clan Cats still were looking for it), she saw a shivering whelp of a cat lying in a heap on the cold stone.
"Who are you?" she cried.
The cat looked up at her.
"Another cat? How strange." The mysterious cat got up, and padded in circles around Froststar, still trembling from the cold.
"You are a hero, I see. A cat of the prophecy. I came here without memory to give you a glimpse of the future." the cat whispered. Suddenly, she realized it was Firestar, back as a spirit from StarClan. One of Naturestar's ancestors, famed for slaying Scourge and saving the clans hundreds of moons ago.
Suddenly, Froststar was in the middle of the Temple of Zios, both Riverclan's and IceClan's territory... except for the fact that all of the ancient buildings and the mask of Father Sky were stained with blood, and the grass littered with bones. None of the Clans worshipped the gods the Jamaasians, fully wild animals, did, but they still respected the gods. It certainly was offending to Zios to have blood on his fallen statue, as it was already humiliating enough.
Froststar herself was a cross of snow leopard and cat, but most were a cross of either bunny and cat or wolf and cat. None of the clan cats in Jamaa were fully cat or fully wild animal. Most of them were shunned as hybrids of two unstable species.
Cats were fighting on the field right over the bodies of foe and friend alike, their mouths foaming and their fur matted with blood and grime. Froststar gasped.
"This can't be... could it be a repeat of what happened when the Clans were born?"
She was horrified by the amount of bodies littering the battlefield, and how she actually recognized some of them.
Rockpelt... slung over a vine like a rag doll. Squidface... his face torn up like he had gotten a large blister. Mintclaw... dying at the paws of Clawstar. And herself and Brownstar... StarClan, they were dying in the river, making love to each other while they faded into StarClan. Amazingly, Firestar didn't grimace.
"My dear ally, the Clans will become this if we do not do anything about that menace, Clawstar. Sleekstar tried to wash the influence of dark leaders such as Tigerstar, Brokenstar and Nightstar from Shadowclan's profile, but alas, Clawstar did not want it to happen, and so murdered her with a high dose of deathberries. He is ruthless and with no good intentions, and has allied with Sootstar, working together to cause mass chaos and rule the Clans. They believe all cats shall be pure again, following the steps of their ancestors. However, Jayfeather and several others proved that StarClan is not always the path to go... and now are with me, trying to get that out as an important message. Spottedleaf has been found as a shell of her former self, just a faded spirit watching from afar and without the ability to influence. She has come back... but I still have no power to restore her. Please, help us, and destroy the menace by fusing with Frostlily. You two are more connected than others...."
Firestar's spirit started to fade away, and Froststar pursed him in panic.
"Wait! What do you mean? What part does Brownstar play in this?" she cried, scrabbling at him.
"You will find out soon, my dear..."
Froststar awoke near the Moonlake, startling a snake drinking from the vast underground reservoir.

Rice, being the hot-headed cat he was, decided to go fight a dog-arctic wolf hybrid and take a tooth from it for his collar. Egg insisted he accompany him, and after a heated argument over both that and a moldy pizza slice, Rice gave in. Being nearly perfect, of course, he was wary of the pure-bloods and only came out to admire a spike collar or to snag a piece of food. A large sign somebody was holding up caught his attention, but only for a moment.

Rice wished he could be like that, the optimist, but things were so bad right now that Rice didn't even have time to point that out to Egg. Not that he couldn't, of course, but he was anxious to rise in the ranks a little more by getting a tooth.
Of course, if he pointed it out and the Jammer was long gone by then, Rice was sure Egg would hold up a sign like this:

After a while, he finally found one hanging around Mother Sky's statue, foraging for a tasty meal, maybe some popcorn shrimp or minced cat-wolf hybrid. Rice shuddered thinking about the numerous rogues that died fighting one of these beasts just for the rewards.
Rice hoped he wouldn't be another corpse eaten by a hybrid.
Stalking it with Egg attacking its belly, Rice looked for a weak spot, then tackled the hybrid. This one was more freakishly hybrid, so there was much shaggy fur to get through to try to reach its neck. Realizing it was under attack, the dog-wolf tensed and tried to shake them off.
Clinging on like a madman, Rice rode the dog-wolf like a jockey on a horse, while Egg slashed its muzzle repeatedly, trying to get a tooth or two out for them. Not sure which target to hit, the dog-wolf whimpered and desperately pawed Rice off. Before he hit cobblestone, though, Rice sunk his claws deep into the dog-wolf's neck and let the blood soak his paws.
Howling, the dog-wolf collapsed and spit out an entire collection of teeth, many razor-sharp. Egg slid out below it before 300 pounds of fat and muscle could squish him.
"Hmph. We can gain much fame from this fruitful fight. Lets see if we can extract more from its maw before we split the teeth for our collars." Egg muttered. After his lips stopped flapping, Rice's brother cut away grey fur from the corpse to forage for new teeth.
Watching Egg pry teeth out, at the moment Rice already had a few teeth and claws in his collar, some dog-wolf and some cat-bunny, but he still appreciated what they had accomplished, even if StarClan disapproved of such killing.
Rice shook the thought out of his head. BloodClan didn't follow StarClan, even if they had a Clan name and were now accepted as a new clan.
Trying to pry the thought out of his head like a sharp tooth would, delicately but quickly, Rice stuck several teeth into his collar carefully, then took a little meat to eat from the corpse and kicked it into the underbrush. He shouldn't care about being part of the Jamaasian underworld... but did he?

At the clan meeting that night, under luminous stars, SkyClan gathered for what Creamstar wanted to discuss. Padding over to the fire, Goldpelt rubbed some rocks together to make a fire in the abandoned campfire here. (Its a leftover from the Alpha's camping trip long ago!) A large fire swelled up, and Goldpelt stepped back quickly before she could be incinerated.
A fiery shadow cast upon the pelts of Earthdew's clanmates, it seemed as if the fire was a special clanmate of theirs, mesmerizing its friends with deadly beauty.
There was endless chatter in the air before, but when Creamstar waved her tail, silence fell over SkyClan like a veil.
"As many of you know, much has happened recently. For one thing, Firstar is dead."
A gasp rose from the crowd, and cats whispered to each other.
Creamstar waved her tail, and silence was renewed.
"Also, two unknown groups of rogues have been spotted just outside the borders of all of the Clans. They acted like Clans, but BloodClan did that to a certain degree long ago, so we must be wary of strangers."
This time, not a lot of gossip was exchanged, but it was a loud enough din that made Creamstar wave her tail impatiently.
"We all hope that Firstar will have a prosperous afterlife in StarClan. Prayers aside, we must start to prepare for battle. Most of us suspect Sootstar, including me, but spies tell me that RiverClan suspects Clawstar, and so does BloodClan. Battles have already erupted between WindClan and RiverClan, not just for this gorge, but also over the controversial way that Firstar was killed."
Now, Creamstar and her deputy, Blunttooth, exchanged nervous looks as the rest of SkyClan gossiped.
Suddenly, Wolftail and Cliffkit burst outta the bushes, Wolftail chasing Cliffkit like a cowboy to get him back to the nursery, and Cliffkit squealing like a piglet.
"Get back here, whippersnapper!" growled Wolftail. A few cats laughed as Cliffkit ran past them screeching: "Big bad wolf! I want to hear this chatter about bad, bad BloodClan! I want to attend the meeting!"
Just then, Cliffkit came to the cliff's edge, and tried to stop, but instead his stubby little legs tripped over a pebble and sent him careening off the cliff, a drop that was about 40 feet.
Before he could become a grease spot, though, Bearsong barely grabbed his scruff.
As Cliffkit was dumped onto a rock where Earthdew was sitting, several cats applauded as if they had just seen a Broadway show.
"Never, ever try that again. We want you to live another moon so that you can become an apprentice." growled Bearsong. His intimidating voice made it seem as if he grew and Cliffkit shrunk.
"Yes, Bearsong."
Cliffkit disappeared under some bushes, the way down the cliff to the camp.
Creamstar sighed at the annoying antics of the troublesome kit, and looked at everyone.
"Earthdew, Blunttooth, go gather enough pebbles for the entire Clan. We shall vote on who murdered Firstar." said Creamstar.
They nodded, and leapt off their stones to search for pebbles.
After a while, they came back with just enough pebbles for everyone.
"Good. Thank you, Earthdew and Blunttooth, you may sit." said Creamstar.
"Now, if you think Sootstar did it, put your stone near the fire. If you think Clawstar did it, put it by the bushes. Go get ONE stone, everyone."
As she stopped speaking, every cat lunged for the pile, picked an especially smooth rock, and set off for their location.
After all cats were seated again, Creamstar tallied the rocks.
Surprisingly, only Creamstar and Goldpelt thought that Sootstar did it.
Everyone else pointed at the malicious Clawstar.

Floodstrike listened to what Clawstar had to say, nodding.
"So, Floodstrike, son, I would like to promote you to deputy to help me out, but I need help getting your mother off the deputy spot. I will give the six-moons old Smallkit for you to train, your brother, in fact. Still, you MUST help me injure my mate so I can get you on the spot." growled Clawstar, pacing back and forth.
His eyes glowed with evil, yet Floodstrike trusted his father.
"Will it get me a better spot so I can get more prey and have a better life?" hissed Floodstrike.
"Yes, it will, son. Now, lets plot the perfect way to get my mate to resign. I do not care about her anymore, I just want you to help me in the reign of ShadowClan."
Floodstrike's eyes sparkled.
"Of course! I think a weak dose of deathberries will do the trick, given to her by a cat from a different clan to point claws away from us." said Floodstrike.
"Perfect thinking, Floodstrike, you have as much intellect as I! I was thinking the same thing! In fact, lets convince Sootstar so nobody thinks about me. After all, I do not want to be convicted of my murder of Firstar, when I did it."
Floodstrike nodded, his free will blinded by promises of better chances of survival in case of an attack and power. Power, of all things, to blind a cat of the prophecy.
"Now, lets go get some prey to offer to Sootstar in exchange for a weak poisoning of Foultail... say, a plump antelope or a big zebra will do the trick for the starving whelp." hissed Clawstar, waving his tail to beckon Floodstrike into the tall grass.
As Floodstrike crept into the grass in the direction of BloodClan, Clawstar sneered.

"The perfect trick to turn a prophesied cat into a murderous tyrant, targeting his desires. Time to make the cats whole once more."
Before anyone could hear him, Clawstar darted into the grass silently.

Frostlily and Squidface chatted, expressions grim.
"If Clawstar chooses to target another popular leader to cause more drama to split the Clans... there may be no way to reverse the damage." growled Frostlily, clawing the rocks.
Squidface nodded.
"But we have no idea if he really is the murderer. Bloodstar could just as easily could have been the culprit, both have a suitable track record to be as lowly as murdering a fellow leader." replied the deputy.
Frostlily nodded, and waved her tail.
"We'll never know if we don't send a patrol to see what he is up to. If we outright accuse him or Bloodstar, if they are the culprit or innocent alike, they will deny they would stoop down to that level. If we try to contact StarClan, they may be vague, which we can't risk. Its clear that the prophecy is finally coming true."
Squidface sighed, and stretched his legs as he spoke.
"You are very naive, Frostlily." he muttered.
Frostlily snarled, and her fur started to stand on end.
"I am NOT!" yowled Frostlily, and swiped sharp claws at the deputy, barely missing his neck.
"Easy there, I am not questioning your ability to be a great warrior, chosen by the prophecy, I am just questioning if we can spare the forces to spy on ShadowClan. If we get caught..."
Squidface trailed off as Deerstar approached them.
"It seems as if StarClan wants us to spy on ShadowClan.. but why?" muttered Deerstar, bumping into Squidface.
"Ow!" yelped Squidface, pushing Deerstar onto a slippery Sunningrock. The leader barely clung on to the mossy outcrop, coming to her senses just in time, and yelped.
"Oh, sorry! I just saw a firefly fly over in the direction of ShadowClan, in stark day. Maybe StarClan says that the guidance will lead us to ShadowClan..." muttered Deerstar.
Squidface nodded.
"What do you say about getting Quailclaw, Steelheart, Palmflight, Frostlily and the two of us to spy on the actions of Clawstar?" asked Squidface.
Deerstar raised an eyebrow as she crawled up onto a flat, warm rock to sunbathe.
"You sure? WindClan and ThunderClan are extra steely towards us now that Firstar is dead, and that Coalsprint has replaced her. Those are our best warriors, are you sure we should leave ourselves open?" asked Deerstar.
Frostlily raised her eyebrows.
"I always thought Firstar was a male."  said Frostlily, the remark a bit awkwardly said in he conversation.
Squidface chuckled.
"Mousebrain, don't believe everything you hear." murmured Squidface.
Getting up, the orange tom nimbly hopped off Sunningrocks and ran behind the bushes to get the required Warriors for the patrol.
As Frostlily crawled off and dove into the bushes to wait for the others, she had a crawling suspicion something was about to go terribly wrong.

In the undergrowth of the Appondale expanse, two sinster cats lurked, hidden by tall, sharp blades of dried, yellow grass.
"Father, where is Sootstar? And where is Foultail?" murmured Floodstrike.
Clawstar glared back at his son, and Floodstrike seemed to shrink in size.
"As I told you, it is going to happen at moonhigh, when even the cats on vigil are asleep. Thunderlynx, my nephew, is in the trees in case intruders come to interfere, but rest assured, he is on our side fully." rumbled back Clawstar.
Floodstrike shook impatiently, the lust for power growing rapidly within.
Clawstar rolled his yellow eyes, and gently scratched Floodstrike.
"Thank the Dark Forest that we are working in secrecy. Don't waste that blessing." growled Clawstar, laced with an undertone of dangerous exasperation.
Floodstrike, not wanting his father to slit his throat in rage, nodded vigorously and didn't meet the snake-like eyes on his father's visage. His heartbeat thumped quickly as he grew more unnerved by the minute.
Then, a fox-length away, Sootstar appeared out of nowhere, and his eyes focused on Clawstar. He seemed to not notice the cat next to his co-conspirator, who was supposed to save all of the Clans instead of destroy them.
"You called, mouse-brain. It is dangerous to bargain with us scrap-mugglers, as most know, and most likely results in betrayal. But, since Firstar's death has stirred numerous seasons of bloody conflict, I like what you started. So, just one safe bargain for that."
The voice of Sootstar truly was like the accounts of him. His voice was raspy and forced, as if he had soot stuck in his throat, but had a hint of bloodlust and anger inside. Sootstar's fur was solid black, and his purple collar adorned with sharp dog-wolf teeth, along with teeth and claws from cats and fangs from snakes, resembled the infamous Scourge of long ago. But the most disturbing part of the Bloodclan savage was his eyes. Oh, it was palpable he was pure, surely evil. His eyes were scarred so much it looked like an entire Clan had scratched his eyes all at once... which wasn't too far-fetched, since he had led Bloodclan into many bloody battles, and most of the other Jamaasian cats feared and resented him for the deathtoll his simple existetnce had created. His pupils were night black, and his eyes were such an ugly shade that it was indescribable.
Clawstar simply smirked, as if he were sharing an inside joke with Sootstar and didn't fear him at all.
"Have you got the deathberries? I want them inserted gingerly into a fish carcass, then left in her den. No problems, or else."
Clawstar let the threat hanging to leave the brutal punishment to Sootstar's imagination, which had its intended effect. For a moment, it looked like the moon had smacked Sootstar in the face, but he was agile enough in facial expressions (odd) to quickly hide it.
"Yes, m'ally. They are fresh-picked from the hedges near the river, and very juicy. Want to try?" rasped Sootstar.
Clawstar wrinkled his nose, and pointed a claw towards Sootstar's den under the rock.
"Go. Now. I see what you want to do, Sootstar. Don't even try to poison me, you vile pile of mousedung."
Sootstar winced at Clawstar's sharp and lethal words, but muttered curses under his breath and trudged off quietly.
Suddenly, Floodstrike heard the slightest rustle of brush... but it was too loud to be a simple night-dweller or a skinny loner.
An ambush had arrived.
Floodstrike, a bit reluctant but willing, darted through the grass before Clawstar could speak, and got read to flood the opposition with strikes.

Swiftbreeze gazed down at the steaming spring, flecks of colors floating in the warm and intoxicating water. Once, when she was an apprentice, she took a dip in the pool of water and fell asleep. Thing is, many cats that sleep in the pool either drown underwater or are taken hostage by other clans or eaten by predators. However, despite the risks of going near the pool, it also served an important purpose - to contact StarClan at sundown. The peak was more auspicious and closer to the stars, yes, but the pool of water, full of happiness yet danger, was almost a perfect balance of StarClan and the Dark Forest. Taking a quick dip was rumored to heal most afflictions, yet a dip for too long yielded many risks. For that, she decided to try to speak to StarClan at the time when the day and night were perfectly balanced, at the place where those forces were neatly balanced. Intuitive thing to do? Yes. Was she lucky? Mostly.
Gazing into the depths of the spring, she imagined the staglamites around her casting an eeiree light, concentrated beams of light hitting the stars, and Firstar's soul coming down. He had said Smallcactus had murdered him, but the mutt wasn't a suspect, and Firstar's memory was already jumbled for some reason, so everyone looked for the suspect.
Now, if she could contact the cat himself, she could seek guidance and help... but what if their trust in Starclan was stale, and their ancestors were right in breaking away from them when they ordered no contact to be initiated between the Clans? Could those old essences truly be corrupted by unawareness?
 As soon as the forces of Starclan seemed to set in, and her eyes started to close, Swifttbreeze knew it was too late to ponder much more. The old ways had been altered since the last pure-blood cat died, due to the mishaps happening when the old ways were practiced. Now, supernatural magic and obedience were relevant, rather than physical fighting and loyalty. Their new bodies, perfect combinations of cat and wild animal, weren't meant for pure combat. They were meant for spells, combat magic, and purity, not their past primitive ways. The Great Journey had been long, and the blood of cats slowly driven to extinction as their fragile bodies slowly withered to the harsher climate and the various energies flowing around Jamaa ripping at their very essence.
"Firstar, I summon you, and we shall talk." muttered Swiftbreeze.
A dream, of course, followed, but Swiftbreeze wasn't prepared for how much she learned about her history... and how it made the future bloody but better.

Firstar appeared, but they weren't in Starclan's territory, nor anywhere Swiftbreeze recognized. They were in a large valley, full of mist, humidity, and the cries of savage animals. A long, tighty knit group of cats were slowly trudging along the path. Some were in a shape Swiftbreeze saw every day -
features that were cat and wolf at the same time. Many were still in a sleek, pure cat body, but they seemed more weary than the ones that were in the combination of cat and wild animal blood.
"This is the last part of the Great Journey. It took over three generations to leave the desolate lake that had been destroyed and reach Jamaa. Many hinderances, such as mythical creatures and natural enemies stood in the way, and severe weather often ripped them of many cats. Barely any clan cats existed by the time they reached Jamaa, and barelys settled down. But then..."
The surroundings shifted, and they were now floating in the Coral Pathways. By then, Swiftbreeze noticed she could not speak, nor move, nor was she noticed. The scene felt very real, with the temperature and weather relevant to her senses, and her nose picking up scents that she saw coming from sources, but she wasn't there.
Stupid StarClan magic.
She watched two groups of cats on each side of the twisting walk, and saw them growling at each other. Dried blood was crusted on their fur, and they seemed exhausted but determined.
"They squabbled over food, territory, and water, repeating the same mistake their ancestors made when the groups of cats existed and not clans. The lines between clans had momentarily vanished as they had beared the journey, but they started to form, and many were seperated from former friends and family as different paths opened up. There were many clans, and they were weak but now dangerously easy to divide. There was the original five: ThunderClan, SkyClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan, along with BloodClan. Unfortunately, TigerClan and LionClan couldn't revive, as two others replaced their roles with berths of vast power that surpassed even ThunderClan: FireClan and IceClan. FireClan was a clan that attacked with much strategy and defended well, too, while IceClan took the best quality of RiverClan, swimming, and combined it with shaggy fur during the winter but sleek during the summer. Eventually, the power overwhelmed the young and newly reborn clans, and most cats died in the conflict. The remainder fled to their territory, and it stayed that way until they grew large enough, and started to go on a road of prosperity.. until now. The conflict is said to have been intiated by ShadowClan's leader murdering the WindClan leader and causing mass confusion. Figure it out, Swiftbreeze."
Just as she saw the cats loosen and lunge at each other, claws drawn, Swiftbreeze awoke.

Frostlily muttered as Squidface,Quailclaw, Steelheart, Palmflight and Deerstar explored the dry expanse about how she felt like something would go wrong.
"Those mouse-brains. Living in an open expanse. Sure, small animals love to live in the shade of the savanna, but that leaves them open to badger or predator attacks! And if humans breach the dimension and try to hunt us cats down for furs..... grrr. All the better, letting those piles o' mouse dung perish at the hands of their own stupidity!"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
"Stand still! Palmflight, Quailclaw, Steelheart, Frostlily, Squidface, lay low! I'll taste the air!" hissed Deerstar.
They obediently obeyed their leader, stooping low away from the breeze and waiting for further orders.
In front of them, Deerstar walked through some grass, found some berries with strong scents, and spread them over the scents to mask their presence.
Tasting the air, Deerstar seemed to find nothing wrong except for prey-laden scents and the stench of dung, and beckoned for them to follow.
As they progressed further, Frost pondered over what the growling was. There were normal Jamaasians, with species such as cheetahs, lions and leopards among them,  but they normally didn't venture out into the grass. Plus, it sounded throaty, even more throaty than a dog-wolf would sound like. Cars didn't exist in Jamaa, only as models for home decoration or eco-friendly contraptions. Plus, the dawn patrol and the dusk patrol weren't out at this time, and most ShadowClan members hunted around the time of patrol for safety from attack. There simply was nothing that could've growled like that.
Her thoughts were sliced in half by the sight of the ShadowClan camp, and the gentle nudging her mother gave her rib cage.
"To me, RiverClan. Don't be fooled by a front. ShadowClan is famous for their trickery."
Nevertheless, they approached the camp fearlessly, barely bothering to lay low.
And then, it happened....

To be continued...