The chapters will also be broken down into parts as each chapter will be a season and will be a quarter of the fanfiction. Please read and comment!
New-Leaf
Part I
Thorn streaked over the moorland, her long golden tabby pelt blown back in the strong wind. Alongside her was her darker brown tabby brother, Soil, who had his green eyes fixed on a rabbit and his claws unsheathed. Thorn was always in constant competition with her brother and always had been since their mother died. It was be the best or get eaten by the rest. Even though it was always a competition Soil took care of Thorn, like their mother had told him to do as they were all they both had.
The long grass brushed against their pelts. Thorn had suddenly fixed her amber gaze on a feasant that had suddenly begun making commotion in the long grass. She strayed away from her brother and began chasing it, working her muscles hard to catch up with it. Soon enough, she was in a forest-like place that she had never been in before but Thorn didn't notice.
After a last bound she was air-born and right above the frantic feathered creature. She dropped down on it, killing it swiftly before finally noticing how far she had really ran from her brother. A broad-shouldered, long-haired dark grey tabby tom stood above her.
"That is ThunderClan prey!" he snarled.
Thorn panicked. Beside the large tabby two smaller toms, around her age, were trying to catch a butterfly. Her ears perked up and she padded over to them, not noticing the grey toms protests.
"Hello," she meowed happily. "What's you're name?"
The taller tom cat leaped over his friend and stood in front of her. He had reddish-brown fur and blue-ish eyes.
"Hi! I'm Soilpaw!" he meowed.
"That's like my brothers name!" Thorn exclaimed. "His name is Soil!"
"I'm Aspenpaw!" the smaller, dark brown tom mewed. "What's your name?"
"I'm Thorn," she meowed proudly.
Suddenly she was thrown to the side by a brute force. Thorn let out a loud angry yowl. She felt disorientated as she smacked against a tree. The young tabby felt partially blind and confused so she stayed on the ground. When her sight fully came back she saw her brother standing over her, the scar over his right eye seeming more visible than usual.
"Soil!" Thorn hissed. "What was that for?"
"Mother said to never talk to Clan cats!" Soil snapped. "You know why!"
"You can't blame them all for one cats actions!" snarled Thorn. "It wasn't the Clans fault that Father-!"
"Not another word!" screeched Soil. "We cannot speak about that in front of Clan-cats!"
Three cats slowly padded to where the forest began and glared at the large tabby.
"Smokestorm," the golden pelted she-cat meowed curtly.
"Sandtail," Smokestorm nodded then nodded to the black she-cat. "Darkpelt."
The darker she-cat made no movement of greeting to the tabby tom and instead looked at Thorn and Soil, tilted her head slightly and flashing her amber eyes with interest.
"What are you two doing here?" she asked.
"What's it to you?" snarled Soil.
The golden she-cat known as Sandtail took a step towards Thorn, her blue eyes wide with kindness.
Just like Mothers, Thorn thought, tilting her head to one side.
"What's your name?" Sandtail asked.
"Thorn," mewed Thorn. "Sorry about my brother. He's a bit of a mouse-brain."
The two younger toms padded over to Thorn and the one known as Soilpaw sat beside her. His pelt was warm and he flicked her ear playfully with her tail. Thorn purred and nudged him with her muzzle.
Smokestorm glared at Soilpaw and Aspenpaw, almost forcing them to stand up and sit beside him, which they did. Thorn let her tail sway aimlessly behind her. She liked them. Why wouldn't the big tabby let them all be friends? What was the problem?
Sandtails tail flicked.
"Come with us," she meowed.
Soil grunted then began to follow them.
Thorn stayed rooted to the ground like a tree. She wanted to stay with Soilpaw and Aspenpaw. Suddenly, an image of her mother flashed through her mind. Thorn, Soil and Mother all playing together in a field. Her heart began beating quicker and quicker before she got up without looking at any of the toms and followed her brother. What choice did she have? All they had was each other.
Part II
Thorn and her brother were invited back to the two she-cats camp. Soil glared at them and watched them constantly while they guided us to their Clan. Thorns brother had never forgiven any cat easily, no matter what it was over. It was usually over mouse-brained things but this time he did actually have a reason.
"Soil," Thorn meowed finally. "Do you think we'll ever see those toms again?"
"Why?" Soil asked. "You don't want to, do you?"
"Well..." hesitated Thorn. "Maybe-."
"Well you can't," Soil snapped.
"Why not?"
"You just can't!"
"But-"
"No, Thorn, this is for your own safety," hissed Soil. "You know what the Clan cats are like."
Thorn lowered her head in embarassment. He was right. She shouldn't like the Clan cats. They had ruined her familys life. If there were no Clans then her father would still be with her, and most likely with her mother too.
But if there were no Clans then you wouldn't have met Soilpaw and Aspenpaw, whispered a voice in her head.
Thorn shook her head angrily. No! They were not good toms. Don't lie, the voice whispered again. Thorn growled. She could lie if she wanted to. But she wasn't lying, Thorn added quickly to herself.
Suddenly another image flashed through her mind again and again. Herself and another tom, not her brother, around the same age as her. Thorn remembered him. Rowan. The young, dark-reddish brown cat that she had played with as a kit and who her mother and father wanted her to become mates with. At that moment in time, Thorn thought she would have too but Rowan found another she-cat who turned up out of nowhere.
For several nights Thorn would not speak to anybody. She had travelled with her family in silence.
"This is our Camp," Sandtail meowed, stepping aside to reveal a large dip in a tall hill that was near the middle of the wide moorlands that she had lived on with her brother for two nights.
The camp was encircled with thorns and heather, in which the main entrance hid with a deep stream that flowed smoothly and made no noise.
On top of a high mound sat a calico tom. He scanned the Camp before finally resting his gaze on the four cats.
The slim-built tom rose to his paws and stalked over to them.
"Sandtail, Darkpelt, why have you brought outsiders to our Camp?" the tom demanded.
"Redstar, these two kits could be trained," Sandtail meowed quietly. "We are lacking apprentices and they look at least six moons."
"We're seven moons," spat Soil.
"Angry little one aren't you?" Redstar meowed. "Would you like to join WindClan?"
"I don't want to join any Clan!" snarled Soil.
Redstar ignored him and looked directly at Thorn. He tilted his head and Thorn copied him. Redstar let out a purr of amusement.
"You've been very quiet, what's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Thorn," she answered quietly, hesiated then spoke again but louder. "What's it to you?"
"Well I'm Redstar, Leader of WindClan," mewed Redstar patiently. "And I would like to offer you and your brother the chance to become WindClan apprentices."
"I'm not," Soil declared in anger.
The three other cats all looked at Thorn, their gazes burning into her fur. She wanted to join a Clan and Soil had always known this. But could she live without her brother? And could he live without her?
"Just stay here," sighed Soil. "I know you want to."
"I'm not leaving you," mewed Thorn.
"You don't have to," purred Soil. "I'm staying."
Thorn flicked her brothers ear affectionately.
"I'll never forget this," she meowed seriously.
"You had better not!" Soil meowed in amusement. "Well, it's not all bad. We'll learn how to fight."
"Not until you get a mentor," purred Darkpelt. "Redstar?"
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