Fawnstep's Ancestory

Chapter 1

Twinewhisper was out hunting, as small gushes of snow hit her glossy fur. She thought nothing of it, as many leafbares were recently rougher then stone. She ran toward the gorge, catching a ginormous hawk. She was so proud, but StarClan was slightly annoyed. Suddenly, gushes of snow started hitting her eyes and pushing her back, to the point where she began screaming, backing away and falling into the gorge. Her blue paws hit the stone on the gorge, as many yells were heard and only some snow on the ground was a memory of her. The hawk was still lying on the floor. 

Fawnstep had gone out to make dirt, as the dirtplace in ThunderClan was more full then a flooded territory. He was needy, as the prey he'd eaten was fiesty for his digestive system. He suddenly saw a hawk, racing toward it. ''What StarClan warrior dropped this off?? Probably a darling. I wonder!'' He saw flower petals from the one Twinewhisper was wearing dug deep in the snow, and took them. A smell of blood from slamming on the rocks arised, and petals dug down deep into the gorge as he realised.. Twinewhisper had died getting this prey. He began hissing, unable to accept that she had died. They were bonded when they were born, and up until the moment of her miserable death. He took the hawk, took a feather and shoved it into his fluffy, brown neck fur. He returned to Thunderclan, where Verminstar sat at his late mate's grave, Sandwhisper. A tear dropped, as he wished she was with him at this moment. He was a warrior at the time, and right when he became leader she suffered a despisable fate. Fawnstep walked up to him. ''Verminstar? We need to talk.'' Verminstar was as silent as hiding prey. ''Give me a minute. I've got something on my mind.'' Verminstar looked away, muttering that coldly under his breath. 

Fawnstep walked outside of camp to get a bite of prey. Suddenly, he heard cats fighting and leaves rustling. He was suspicious, and extremely hungry as leafbare had arrived, and the prey was hiding. He walked out of camp to see Littlecroak and a pale white cat with a jaw stronger then metal fighting to the death. Littlecroak is the medicine cat of ThunderClan. ''You better stop stealing my herbs, you stupid snowy fish-deodarant.'' Fawnstep looked away for a second, holding in tears of joy and gallons upon gallons of laughter. Suddenly, blood oozed out of Littlecroak's tail, or at least where it used to be. Fawnstep saw, the pale white cat had sharpened his claws many moons ago, before the battle and extremely recently. He'd tested it on Littlecroak and cut his tail straight off. Then the white cat took Littlecroak's tail, mocking him and eating it in front of him. Fawnstep was appalled. Who would eat the same damn species? It's not the same as biting into a squirrel's tail. Suddenly, the warrior instinct in Fawnstep went extremely insane, as Fawnstep uncontrollably cut the pale tom's ear off. He tried to stop himself, but he knew it was too late to save lives.  The white tom began crying, beginning to talk about why he's taking the herbs and cat tails. ''My mum is deadly sick right now, and my brother has spread it to her. He's already died, and I don't wanna lose another. I'm starving, my owner never refills the food bowl for me. I need a source of food. I'm.. so..'' He passed out, and Fawnstep was obviously there. ''Don't tell anyone about this, Fawnstep. Or the clan's going to be coated in bloodshed. Please. I know we didn't get along as littermates, but we have to work together.'' Littlecroak said, wanting peace with his brother for once. It'd never happened, no matter how hard he tried. Fawnstep's ginger pelt suddenly became luminously orange like fire, and he noticed it was moonhigh. ''Oh StarClan. Verminstar's gonna be angry.'' Fawnstep padded back to camp. ''Hey! Wait! Please, answer my promise. I can't.. lose myself because of this. Nevermind, I already have.'' Fawnstep looked at Littlecroak admirably while walking into camp, and nodded slightly. ''Thanks a lot, big bro. It means a lot to me.'' Littlecroak said, before beginning to walk toward ThunderClan camp. Meanwhile, a WindClan apprentice, Bloodpaw was watching with keen eyes, and dashed forward in front of the ginger-pelted muscly tom, and the scrawny grey tom. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye Fawnstep was in front of the apprentice, giving him a uneasy glare. Bloodpaw was squirmed into a ball, trying to shuffle in front of Fawnstep, but he was too big for him to pass through. ''What do you want? You aren't a kit anymore, get off our territory.'' Littlecroak was pretty sure that Fawnstep knew that Bloodpaw had listened, and was trying to block him from revealing the secret. Bloodpaw began shaking, his pupils dilated and his ears went down. Unexpectedly, he unsheathed his claws and scratched Fawnstep in the eye. He yowled in pain, and Littlecroak apprehended the WindClan tom, baring his teeth and snarling like a dog. ''Go away, you filthy mutt.'' Littlecroak toned his voice up, puffed his chest out and unsheathed his claws to cause extra injury to insult and said that harshly. Bloodpaw ran off screaming. ''Now now. Let's move.'' They walked into camp.