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[fundamentals-of-the-clans]

FotC Chapter 1 Part 1

The night passed on as three new kits were born into MoonClan. Grayleaf left the nursery as soon as he got done with the birthing process. Sunbeam and her three kits were absent, and simply left Jetfur and her three newborn kittens on their own.

Jetfur snuggled closely to her kittens. It had been six whole hours since they were born. Stormclaw had already stopped by, and helped Jetfur name them.

"I think we named y'all good..." Jetfur whispered while purring. "The gray tabby, Ashkit, the oldest son. The fluffy white and gray one, Cloudkit, who is the youngest daughter. And then there is the gray and white middle she-kit. My precious little Shadekit..."

Jetfur silently tried to edge back into her sleep, but Shadekit started to mew quietly. Jetfur purred. She never felt anymore happier than to be sitting here, beside her family.

"Oh my little Shadekit, you have been welcomed into such a big world. This is our home, MoonClan. You are here in the nursery with me and your siblings. I am your mother, Jetfur. And there is your brother Ashkit and your sister Cloudkit."

"That gray and white cat in the front is your father, Stormclaw." Jetfur continued for longer. "Those other cats are all of his denmates. My brother and the deputy, Smokefang, and then there is Whiteface, Emberfang, Owlwhisker, Ozark, and the hairless twin sisters, Paleheart and Pinkeyes. Then there are the elders, Sunnyears and Pebblestream, the medicine cat Grayleaf, and then finally, our leader, Spotstar. They may not all be related to you, but they are still family. We call it our Clan Family." Jetfur finished grandly.

She yawned and finally drifted back into sleep when Shadekit's mews subsided. Softbeam edged her thick-furred body into the nursery and looked at Jetfur before nudging her kits inside.

"And then there is Softbeam, Ozark's sister, who is mates with Emberfang, who fathered her three kits, Blazekit, Sunkit, and Sandkit." Softbeam meowed quietly for Jetfur with a smile.

"Now we can!-" Blazekit began with his usual loud voice, but was halted.

"Shh, Blazekit." Softbeam shushed. "Jetfur needs some rest."

Blazekit rolled his eyes, clearly not tired, but his siblings curled up beside their mother and went to sleep. He sighed before getting into his usual spot. Then he too, went to sleep. Softbeam sighed one last time.

(My Beautiful Family..) She thought one last time how happy her family made her. Her clan family.

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FotC Prologue Part 2

Carrottail turned his head back towards the battle scene. Not a single cat had noticed Wildstar had taken care of Jaggedstar. He glanced at Emberfang and Jetfur, who were knocked out of their previous state, no longer being surrounded.

Jetfur battled Branchlight, one of HollowClan's newest warriors. Jetfur was experienced in battle, though just not exposed to them enough. Her long, unsheathed paws flew repeatedly and furiously at the tom.

Emberfang, however, was weaker and even more inexperienced to battle. He looked as if he was seething in pain from Firpaw's slashes. Now how Emberfang was being beaten by an apprentice, Carrottail was unsure of how to find an answer.

(Emberfang is smaller though, and he is also a relatively new warrior, too.) Carrottail thought.

He swung his head towards Jaggedstar's body, and back to the battling warriors.

"Everyone, halt! Stop fighting!" Carrottail cried.

That seemed to do the trick, as his cry left MoonClan warriors speechless as they looked at the fallen Jaggedstar. Wildstar then mysteriously appeared out of the rainy shadows, with his ice blue eyes glaring jeeringly at the MoonClan cats.

"Carrottail is right, you MoonClan fools! This battle has concluded. HollowClan cats, we must retreat, and leave these puny cats to their endless suffering." Wildstar mewed loudly.

With that, the HollowClan cats retreated out of the battle forest, and the MoonClan cats sat there in stunned silence as they stared at their dead leader.

"Don't just sit there!" Yowled Smokefang, Jetfur's litter brother and a very experienced warrior.

The cats stared at eachother worriedly before Palepaw and Carrottail himself rushed quickly to Smokefang's aid. Jetfur, Emberfang, and the rest of the present MoonClan cats sighed before heading back to their rightful territory.

Carrottail wondered how Spotpool, MoonClan's current deputy, would respond to Jaggedstar's death. He snapped out of his thoughts when Smokefang got his attention.

"Fine fighting out there, Ozark. You did the right thing by stopping the cats who were still fighting. Clearly they were ignorant." Smokefang mewed, albeit firmly.

Ozark finally breathed out in relief. He could finally be called his name again. The cats who knew him well knew that that's the name he went by inside of his clan. But outside, he had to hide all that under the counterfeit name of Carrottail.

"Yeah, I thought that battle was never going to end!" Palepaw chortled, snapping Ozark out of his thoughts yet again.

"Yeah, it was nothing, really. Just trying to end the fighting, y'know." Ozark muttered.

"But let's look at what we have now. Our beloved leader, Jaggedstar, is dead." Smokefang interrupted, but continued on strongly. "We have to worry about Spotpool. She's our leader now, believe it or not. Whatever she must say, we must follow." Smokefang told them, though mostly to Palepaw, who is his apprentice.

Ozark let his thoughts take control again, as he let the two cats chatter. He worried big time now, he knew Spotpool had been through a lot. What will she say now? Ozark knew that a new future was ready for MoonClan, but a bad feeling was present deep down.

(MoonClan must be prepared now, we might be in danger of, well, something...)

Ozark stared ahead as he, Smokefang, and Palepaw gracefully lifted and carried Jaggedstar's body back to camp.

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FotC Prolouge Part 1

The night was dark and gloomy, with rain bounding down to the fighting cats' pelts like it was flooding. An orange tabby tom with hazel eyes and a small, poofy, bunny-like tail ran through the fighting MoonClan and HollowClan cats like a quick bolt of lightning.

The cat glanced over at his denmate, who was fighting a flame-colored tom with green eyes from HollowClan. Not fighting great, either as the tom knew fighting wasn't always a valid response. This battle sure wasn't. The orange tom looked at his denmate, and put his ears down as he knew this battle was pointless. All HollowClan's leader wanted was attention. Why couldn't his leader see that the same way? But his thoughts were suddenly doused out as a huge bolt of lightning struck something nearby.

"Eek!" He screeched.

"Why don't you get out there and fight O- Carrottail!" One of his fellow hairless clanmates hissed loudly at him.

Carrottail bowed his head and barreled into a cluster of HollowClan cats, having two of his clanmates surrounded. He looked at their bristling pelts. One of them was a black she-cat and the other was a pale orange tabby tom. Carrottail growled as he unsheathed his claws and, though quite hesitantly, flew himself at the HollowClan warriors.

"Jetfur! Emberfang! Y'all must fight!" He yowled.

The two warriors froze as Carrottail was thrown off his paws, and the loose HollowClan cats targeted him now, pinning him into a corner.

"Sister! Emberfang!" He heard from afar. It was Jetfur's brother and a very mysterious, yet still a very well-respected warrior.

He and two others, including the hairless apprentice, hissed as they fended off the invading HollowClan cats.

"This battle has gotten difficult, but as long as Wildstar is still fighting, then we must fight." A bengal tom growled to the HollowClan cats.

But somehow, Carrottail pointed his ears elsewhere, where he turned and saw HollowClan's brutal leader, Wildstar, atop of his own leader.

"Your life is almost under the receiving end of my powerful paws, Jaggedstar! MoonClan is not allowed to thrive, not under my leadership. I can't believe you let your clan go as easily as you did, especially on your last life." Wildstar sneered.

"How- did you know that?" Jaggedstar, the MoonClan leader, croaked.

"Perhaps we shouldn't go that far into details. All you must know, is that you are done for. You had a good run, my *friend*. Good riddance." Wildstar finally jeered before lifting up his large, unsheathed paw, slashing as quickly as he could accross Jaggedstar's limp body.

Carrottail shuddered back in fear.