"Willowheart!" Frostfur growled. They were finding new territory for, Willowclan. "Frostfur, who is going to be the leader?" Willowheart asked. Frostfur turned, " Me, you will be deputy," A small shape crawled, and Willowheart lurched at it. "Good catch, I guess," Frostfur said. They walked for moons it seemed, suddenly a large black tom stepped toward them, with a beautiful pelt and large bulky palls. "Why, Hello," He said with a grin. His pelt smelled of rouge. And- Blood? Frostfur nodded at him, and slowly appoched him.
"Frostfur, my dear!" The tom yowled in exitement. Willowheart was in shock! Lepordstar needed to know about this. "Frostfur, you betrayed the clan! How could you?" Willowheart asked. Willowheart ran towards riverclan, yowling for Lepordstar. "Willowheart! Are you ok?" Lepordstar asked, pure concern in her eyes. "Frostfur is dating a tom," I'm sorry. "Exile! You both will be exiled to find and save-" Lepordstar gasped at the tom, attacking the leader. "I am Ghost," And I will shred anyone who dares attack Frostfur. Willowheart contuied her journy alone, walking for miles.
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Warriors: Welcome to WillowClan
FantasyTwo kits. One destiny. One clan. Frostkit and Willowkit were born in a clan full of dread. When they earn their warrior names, they must revive a clan that was lost.
