NightClan's Beginning. Book 1: The path of the Blazing Star

[Lenin Cat]

Snowheart stretched out on a flat rock above the lake's edge in the glistening sunlight. She purred contently as the rock began to warm after the cool night.
"You look like a turtle!" teased Oaktail as he bounded up to her.
Her littermate Oaktail, was her last living relative. Her sister, Fallowheart, had died when she fell from a tall pine tree and broke her neck last year. She still woke from nightmares about seeing her sister, falling from the tree, nothing but hard ground below her. Much had changed since then, the clan still had the fewest members in the forest ever since leaf-bare when a war had started over half-clan kits. ThunderClan had won, but the kits died from greencough epidemic soon after.
"You always liked messing with turtles," she said.
Indeed he did, he always liked to flip turtles over and watch them struggle to get upright once more.
"Yes, they make for a fine entertainment, but poor prey," Oaktail responded.
"Come up here, it's nice and warm," Snowheart said to him.
Oaktail looked more reluctant "Are we not supposed to be hunting?"
"We'll enjoy this rock for a little bit, then we will hunt," she said.
"Fine, but then we will have to hunt," he responded.
Snowheart purred in content as her brother snuggled up beside her. While she could enjoy it for only a little while, it was pure content.

[Awkward Potato]

Nice job so far, Lenin!

[Lenin Cat]

Thanks!

[Pebblestream]

Good job. ^-^ I love the book so far.

[Lenin Cat]

Thanks! It feels good to know that people like your stories, no?

[Pebblestream]

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[Lenin Cat]

Snowheart padded back into camp with her brother. The territory was growing emptier and emptier of prey. Likewise, they were having to search harder for prey and many warriors were hunting outside of the territory. Green-leaf had come later that usual which kept prey in their holes. Snowheart had managed to catch a finch while Oaktail was only able to catch a small shrew. The fresh-kill pile was pitifully small. Snowheart placed her meager catch on the pile alongside her brother's catch. The other hunting patrol padded through the barrier. It was Dawnheart's patrol, with Littlefoot, Lionclaw and Junipertail. They had just a little prey as well. Dawnheart carrying a scrawny rabbit, Littlefoot with a bony raven, Lionclaw with two tiny mice and Junipertail with nothing at all. They all looked tired and Dawnheart was covered with burs and scrapes which showed she had done hard to get her rabbit. Ashstar padded up to Dawnheart
"It appears you have had little luck in finding good prey. I know you all tried hard, but if this continues we will get weaker and weaker. We will not be able to effectively resist incursions by WindClan and ShadowClan," Ashstar grimly said. Snowheart sighed, ThunderClan was in a dim time, with threats pressing in on all sides and prey getting even more scarce. Snowheart turned and padded over to her brother
"We need to continue hunting. We will hunt outside of the territory and see what we can find," she said
However, her brother looked thoughtful "Why don't we hunt in WindClan's territory? In the patch of forest across the stream? They seem to have less a problem of prey then we do. WindClan's loss is our gain," he said
Snowheart though over it for a moment "Alright, but we cannot be caught," she said with a strange glint in her eye.

[Brinkley The Kittypet]

Nice job I like it!