Falling Stars

'''Warning: Some characters in the story die, and some are killed. If that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read further.'''

About:
The four clans have been living peacefully in the forest territories for many years. But recently two of the clan leaders have mysteriously died, with both of them still having their lives. But even weirder, a rouge kit, the niece of the newly appointed WindClan leader Goosestar, has been having visions about the clans. What could this all mean?

Prolouge-Snowshoe
A pure white she-cat sat at the edge of the gorge, waiting. Where is he? She wondered. Her kits would be waiting for her back at the barn, why was Eveningstorm so late? He was never late! She would have to give up and go back soon. If she kept waiting, a WindClan patrol could catch her, and she couldn't risk that. What about her kits? She wasn't worried about Foxglove and Holly, of course. Foxglove was fierce and she could protect her sisters. But what she truly worried about, was Marigold. Marigold had started having strange dreams about cats. But not just any cats, according to Marigold, the cats had stars in their pelts. It was all so confusing, really. She hadn't told Eveningstorm about it yet, she didn't want to worry her mate.

A twig snapped behind the white she-cat, causing her to quickly turn around. "Eveningstorm!" She called, expecting to see a blue and orange tom. But instead, standing there was a younger, dark haired tom. He stared at her for second.

"You know," the cat commented. "This is WindClan territory, and while this may be hard for a rouge like you to understand, your not welcome here." And before the white she could reply, the dark tom had pounced on her. He had her pinned down, slashing at her throat. Blood spilled on to the ground. "This should make you think twice before you trespass again, but I guess that we won't need to worry about you anymore."

"Spare me," the white cat choked out, before all the lights went out, and the white cat's body lay still on the ground. And it seemed that the tom was right. They wouldn't have to worry about the white she-cat again.

Later that night, a blue tom with orange splotches and an almost identical old she-cat with gray and red fur stood over the body. "Snowshoe?" Eveningstorm cried. "S- Snowshoe? Are you there?" He stared wide eyed at the body, her bright white fur stained in blood.

"Face it. She's dead," the old cat said. "And she is going to stay that way."

Chapter 1-Foxglove
Foxglove sat up, shaking bits of straw off of her pelt. Her two sisters were still asleep beside her. It had been a long night, and she couldn't wait to see her mother, Snowshoe, again. Snowshoe had gone to meet with her mate, who was a clan cat. Foxglove didn't know much about her father, she had never met him. None of her siblings knew anything about life outside the barn, except for Marigold who supposedly had dreams that came true. What were her dreams about again? Star cats? Yeah, that was it. She always had these strange dreams about cats with stars in their fur. Foxglove looked down at Marigold's brown tabby fur. Why was sister always so strange? Foxglove shook that thought out of her head. There was nothing wrong with any of them. They were all just normal cats.

"Dead? What do you mean?" Marigold muttered in her sleep. Foxglove jumped up in shock. Was she dreaming about death now? Foxglove gently nudged her with her paw, trying to wake up her sister. "Huh..?" Marigold muttered sleepily. "Foxglove?"

Foxglove let out a sigh of relief. "It's fine. I think you were having a bad dream. Snowshoe should be back soon."

"Oh, Foxglove. Snowshoe isn't coming back. In my dream-" Marigold tried to say before being interrupted by Foxglove.

"Dreams are just dreams," Foxglove replied.

"Of course, you can believe what you want to believe," Marigold answered politely. "But I know what happened in my dream. She isn't going to come back."

Suddenly, Foxglove heard the sound of paw steps walking into the barn. She whipped around to see two cats. Neither of them were her mother. One of the cats was a blue and orange tom and the other was an almost identical elderly she-cat. "Foxglove? Marigold? Holly?" Called the tom, scanning the barn around him. Foxglove looked around, cautiously stepping closer to the strange tom.

"Who are you and what do you want with me and my sisters?" She hissed. Whatever these cats were planning, she wasn't going to let anything happen to her sisters.

"Foxglove? Your Foxglove, right?" The sad expression on the tom's face quickly filled with joy. "Foxglove, I- I'm your father."

"What?" Foxglove asked.

"Foxglove... Your mother is dead," the old cat interjected. "We found her dead body by the gorge. It seemed like she was either killed by another rouge or a WindClan cat. Now please just come with us."

Foxglove stared at the two cats in shock. If what they were saying was true, then would that mean that they were being taken to her fathers clan? She didn't even know his name, but he somehow knew hers. But what if they did something to her sisters? She couldn't let that happen. But at the same time, they weren't even kits anymore, they were eight moons old. And they couldn't hunt or protect themselves. What if she were to let them take her and her sisters? and then they could leave after they knew how to hunt and fight, that could be a good idea. "Okay, we will come with you."

The tom had a surprised look on his face. "Well, that was easier than I expected. Where are your sisters?" He asked. A brown tabby she-cat jumped out from behind a hay bale. "Marigold? Right?" He asked. She nodded, followed by a small white she-cat. "Holly? Well I guess it's time to go!"

The five cats all walked away from the barn, running across the grass. Foxglove stayed in the back behind her sisters. Apparently, their father was a WindClan warrior named Eveningstorm. Foxglove thought that was a strange name, but she wouldn't ask. The old cat was Eveningstorm's mother, and her name was Pheasantpurr. Pheasantpurr had caught Eveningstorm sneaking out of camp, and she made him take her to Snowshoe, only to find out that during the delay Snowshoe had lost her life. But that made Foxglove trust the clan even less. One of them killed her mother, and how did she know that they wouldn't kill her sister? Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let them take my sisters, she thought.

After a while, they finally got to the camp. It was kind of like a hole in the ground, except with dens inside of it. A light orange she-cat with darker orange points walked over. "Eveningstorm! Pheasantpurr! What is going on?" She asked, seeing Foxglove, Holly, and Marigold. She stared wide eyed at them. "Who are thses cats?"

"Well..." Eveningstorm replied, looking down at his paws. "These are my kits."

"You have kits?" The cat questioned in confusion.

"It's complicated, Goosestar. Anyways, they are joining the clan. They need to be made apprentices soon!" Eveningstorm added. Foxglove glanced over at Holly and Marigold. Goosestar, who seemed to be the leader of the clan, nodded.

"Very well. They will be made apprentices in the morning," Goosestar said. "Hey, Quietpaw!" She called to a gray tom. He looked to be about the same age as Foxglove, but a little bigger. The dark gray tom ran over. "Why don't you show these apprentices around camp?"

Quietpaw nodded, not looking at the three young cats. He then eventually turned to them. "Hello? Who are you guys?"

"The white one is called Holly, the brown tabby one is Marigold, and the cream one with red and brown splotches is Foxglove." Eveningstorm answered, not giving them a chance to introduce themselves.

"Well then, you guys have fun," Goosestar replied.

Chapter 2-Palefall
Palefall walked into the nursery, carefully stepping over the moss on the ground. It had been seven days sense Rainstar fell ill with the sickness. The one that only affected leaders. It was a strange disease, and the clans didn’t know the cure or the cause of it. Because Rainstar could no longer help care for his kits, Palefall had decided to help Mossflare take care of the kits. And while Palefall didn't ever intend on having kits of her own, she was more than happy to help care for the young kits.

“Palefall! Palefall!” A small gray she-kit mewed excitedly.

“Hello, Splashkit,” Palefall purred. “How are you doing?” She mewed, crouching down to be at the kits level. Suddenly, two other little kits slid into the nursery.

“Palefall! Want to play RainClan with us?” Marshkit asked. RainClan was the clan that the kits made up, and it was named after their father, Rainstar.

“Of course! I’m sure that your mother would enjoy the break,” Palefall said.

“Alright then! Clan meeting!” Larkkit smiled. “I, Larkstar, have decided that Palepaw can become a warrior!”

Palefall laughed at that. In the game, Larkkit was the leader, Palefall was an apprentice, Marshkit was the medicine cat, and Splashkit was the deputy. “Alright then, are you going to give me a warrior name?”

A mischievous expression covered his face. “Palepaw, you will now be known as Pale, uh… Paletail! And I am replacing Splashpelt with you. Paletail, you are now deputy.”

“No fair! You can’t do that!” Splashkit argued.

“Alright, that's enough play for the day. I have to go on patrol soon,” Palefall said. She then stood up, looking down at the three kits on the ground.

“Alright,” Marshkit sighed. The three kits all headed back into the nursery.

Palefall walked away from the Nursery, walked towards Blackeye, a white cat with black circles around his eyes, and Hareleap, a brown tom. “Hello!” Hareleap mewed. “Fernpaw should be joining us shortly.” Fernpaw was Hareleap’s apprentice, so she would be coming with them on the border patrol.

“I wonder how Rainstar is doing?” Blackeye mumbled.

“I, well we know that he has the leader sickness. And we all know what happened to the other leaders who got it,” Hareleap replied.

Palefall sadly looked at the ground. The kits were too young to understand the concept of death. After a few moments of silence, a calico she-cat ran over. “Hello Fernpaw. It’s about time to go!” Palefall said to the calico cat.

Together, the four cats padded out of camp, running towards the border. And it was all fine, and at that point they were at the WindClan border. It was at that moment when Palefall heard a quiet mew. “Help me. I’m lost,” the small voice mewed. Palefall stopped. So did the rest of the group.

“Is it a lost kit?” Fernpaw asked. They could barely hear it now. The young apprentice was frozen in fear. “M- maybe we should go back?”

Blackeye shook his head. “If it’s a lost kit, we need to find it.” A cloud of mist drifted around them before fading away. The mewing then stopped.

Everything else is silent. They could only hear their voices and the quiet mews of the small voice. “This is getting creepy…” Blackeyes said.

Palefall shook her head. “We are warriors, we can handle it.”

Hareleap eventually spoke up. “How about Blackeyes and Fernpaw go back to camp, Palefall and I and will search for the kit.”

“That sounds good,” Palefall said. The rest of the cats agreed. Fernpaw and Blackeye headed back to camp, leaving Hareleap and Palefall alone, looking for the kit.

Suddenly, mist covered the ground. Palefall could almost see a kit staring back into her dark brown eyes. But no, it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. “Have you seen a kit yet?” Palefall asked.

The mist had begun to clear and the sound of the small mew had stopped. “No,” Hareleap answered. “I think we should head back to camp.” Hareleap nodded and the two cats ran away from that place as fast as possible. Palefall and Hareleap ran into camp, gasping.

This section is unfinished, I will be adding more later.