Stories of the Clans by Chocolatemeerkat (books to read to get smarter .TXT) 📕

Who's there? You can come out, don't be shy. I won't hurt you.
Oh wait, I know you. You're Gorsekit. I can tell from your dark brown fur, the white splash on your chest and blue eyes. Your death brought grief to your clan. I know, because I'm from your clan.
You ask my name? Well, I'm Lightleaf. I'm a StarClan warrior, but I was formerly of ForestClan, like you. I died saving my clanmates in a dog attack. I still guide my clan down the right paths, advising them and bringing them news. That's what StarClan are here for, though, yet I am desperate to keep ForestClan out of danger.
Of course, I expect your mother told you stories. I knew Silverleaf well. She was a loyal, brave young she-cat who loved you. Your father did too, he is popular within the clans because of his past. I know your father's past, all of it.
I expect you want to know about other cats outside of ForestClan? Cats like Bravestar and Noblespirit from CourageClan, or Fishstar from ReedClan? All mighty warriors, some with the most tragic pasts known to me. Noblespirit's is a rather sad story, so many friends and family close to him died.
I know that you didn't know about Eagletalon, Lionclaw and Lostsong. They came after your death, little one. Lostsong walks these skies, but her brothers still live, fighting to safe the clan they found after hope was lost.
Dawnsong and Crowpelt had a hard start to life, being born into CourageClan and then moving to ForestClan. Crowpelt returned to his birth clan while his sister stayed behind and learnt the ways of ForestClan. Many cats don't like Crowpelt or Dawnsong that much, but only their parents are for the blame.
Echopath's had a difficult life, loosing her sister and being entrusted with the care of her two kits.
I'm not going to go down any more cats, don't worry. I can sense that you want to know some stories without me blurting it all out. There are some lessons to learn from other cat's mistakes. No one is perfect.
Now, if you want to settle down and listen, then I will tell you of your unknown past. Your ancestors have faced many battles, all fighting bravely. After all, every cat's duty is to protect their clan at all costs...

"Bet you can't catch me!"
"Bet you I can!"
The sun's first rays shone through the trees, giving puddles from the earlier rain a intresting glow. Nearby, two young kits chased eachother. One was a small light brown tabby she-kit with a white underbelly, while the other was a large golden tabby tom with amber eyes.
Another kit watched close by, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. His fur was different to the others, gold and white. He was also a long-haired cat, unlike the other two.
"Save your energy." He called to others. "We'll need lots of energy if we're going to find someone who can look after us."
"Eagle, surely you should have some fun in your life?" The she-kit replied, her bright blue eyes shining with amusement. "You're so serious!"
A rustle startled the three kits. Eagle instantly sprang to his paws, fur bristling. He knew that three kits would be no match for anything large than a stick, but it was worth a try.
"Fox!" The golden tabby kit squealed, hiding behind Eagle. "Do something!"
"We're just kits, Lion." Eagle retorted. "I can't do anything, and neither can you."
Before anyone could reply, a young hare hopped out of the bushes, ears twitching nervously. Eagle gazed at the hare, excited. He'd seen hares before, but this one was huge! He stepped forward, his fear gone within a second.
"Get back, Eagle!" The she-kit whined. "What if it eats you?" Eagle spun round in annoyence. "Hares don't eat cats, mouse-brain!"
When Eagle turned round, he realised that there was a pair of green eyes staring at him in the bushes, along with two pairs of blue eyes. He poked Lion with his claw. "There are other cats here!" He whispered, terrified.
One of the cats, a white she-cat, jumped out of the bushes and sank her claws into the hare's neck, giving it a swift blow across the head. The hare fell limp under the she-cat's long claws.
"Nice catch, Cloudeye!" A voice exclaimed from the bushes.
"Thanks, Ferretjaw." Cloudeye replied brightly. Her green eyes then showed shock as she noticed the three kits, staring wide-eyed at her. "Hey, there's three kits here!"
Two other cats stalked out of the bushes. One was a cream coloured tom, while the other was a smaller black she-cat with a white muzzle.
Maybe these cats could look after us!

Eagle realised. They could give us a home!

"Who are you?" Cloudeye asked gently. Eagle stepped forward, his green eyes showing no fear. "I'm Eagle." He mewed.
"I'm Lion." Lion added, stepping forward beside his brother.
"And I'm Lost." The brown tabby she-kit piped up.
"What do you mean? Are you lost?" Cloudeye enquired, looking a bit confused. The young she-kit gazed up at the tall white she-cat. "No. I am lost, but Lost is my name. That is what my mother decided to call me, and I see no shame in it."
"What sort of name is 'Lost'?" The black she-cat snarled. "A mother must be mouse-brainned to call her kit such a stupid name!"
"And I expect you've got a better name?" Lost challenged. The black and white she-cat puffed her fur up to make herself look bigger. "I have, actually. I'm Brokenpaw, apprentice of ForestClan."
"ForestClan?" Lion repeated. "What is that?"
"Our home." Cloudeye explained. "I'm Cloudeye. The cream tom is Ferretjaw and I gather that you already know Brokenpaw. Ferretjaw and I are warriors, which means we have completed our apprentice training."
"I still don't get it." Lion wailed. "We lost our mother and we've been travelling for ages!"
"So you're loners?" Ferretjaw pressed on. Eagle nodded his head, and Cloudeye gave him a sympathetic look. "We'll take you all back to our camp, then the rest of the clan can decide if we'll take you in or not."
"Yay!" Lost exclaimed.
Eagle felt a pang of anxiety as Ferretjaw picked him up in his strong jaws. Brokenpaw, the rude young she-cat, recluently took Lion and Cloudeye took Lost without a thought. The three clan cats then started to move in a different direction, the three young kits dangling from their jaws.

After a long journey, the kits finally got to rest. Cloudeye had left them with a young queen called Specklenose, who was nursing a young kit called Pigeonkit. She was slightly younger than Eagle and his siblings, but she was just as talkaive and curious.
There were several other kits in the nursery too. A light grey she-cat called Rainflight was nursing two she-kits called Echokit and Rosekit. They were younger than Pigeonkit, but the three were all firm friends. Another tortoiseshell and white she-cat named Sparklewhisker was caring for two kits called Flamekit and Spottedkit. Eagle noticed that Spottedkit was almost a exact copy of Sparklewhisker. However, one black she-cat called Breezesong was yet to have her kits.
"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!" A loud voice cried out.
"That's Thistlestar, our leader." Specklenose told Eagle. "Let's go and listen to what he has to say."
Eagle, Lion and Lost followed Specklenose out of the nursery and towards a patch of grass, near to the other cats of ForestClan. There were many cats, many of them were warriors. Eagle noticed Brokenpaw had settled down with some other apprentices.
"Today, one of our patrols found three young kits on our territory." Thistlestar reported. "They were all alone without their mother."
"What sort of mother abandons her kits like that?" A young cream she-cat cried from the other side. "It's outragous!"
"The kit's mother died." Thistlestar replied. "You can keep calm, Sweetpetal. I know you are still anxious about being our sole medicine cat since Bushfur retired to the elder's den, but you don't need to comment about everything."
"I don't think we should let them in." Brokenpaw growled. "We don't know anything about them."
Murmurs of suprise broke out between the cats. Thistlestar instantly silenced them. "I have thought about it, and I have decided that ForestClan will take in the three outsiders. Their names will be changed to Eaglekit, Lionkit and Lostkit until they become apprentices. We need more apprentices in the clan, and these three are almost ready to become apprentices."
"Eaglekit! Lionkit! Lostkit!" The clan yowled.
It's time to start fresh.

Eaglekit thought in his head. It's time to begin a journey down a new path, and a new name too. From this day forward, I am no longer Eagle, but Eaglekit, a proud soon to be warrior of ForestClan.

"Come along, Bramblefoot. It's time to leave."
The dark brown tabby tom opened his eyes and sighed. ForestClan's leader, Thistlestar, had lost his ninth life to greencough, and now it was Bramblefoot who would become leader.
"This is hard on you, I know." Sweetpetal, the medicine cat, was beside him, her tail rested on the deputy's shoulders. "But you don't have much of a choice. It is your destiny to become ForestClan's new leader."
"But I've lost so much!" Bramblefoot wailed. "How can I take on such a large and important duty when I lost my friends and almost my mate?"
"Silverleaf is still alive." Sweetpetal reminded him. "And so are your future kits.
Bramblefoot's mate, Silverleaf, was expecting his kits, but had almost died in the greencough outbreak that killed Thistlestar. Thanks to Sweetpetal's efforts, she had been saved, but she was unable to save Thistlestar.
"We need to get going now." The medicine cat sighed.
Bramblefoot stepped out of the warrior's den and glanced around. The four elders of the clan had just returned from burying Thistlestar, and many other cats were trying to continue their normal duties. He waved his tail in greeting to Lostsong, one of