Leader: Lightningstar-brown tabby she-cat with a white muzzle
Deputy: Redthorn-dark ginger tom with amber eyes
Medicine Cat: Snowstep-pure white she-cat
Wolfclaw-dark gray tom with icy blue eyes
Crookedwind-swift dark gray tabby tom with a crooked tail
Blizzardfoot-white she-cat with pale gray paws
Icepath-white she-cat with brown legs
Flamestripe-ginger tabby tom
Tigerleap-long-legged dark brown tabby tom
Turtlestream-ginger and white tom with green eyes
Stormhawk-huge black tom
Russetfire- ginger she-cat
Bramblepaw-pale brown tom
Foxpaw-dark ginger tom with black paws and tail
Rainpaw-gray tabby she-cat
Firepaw- tawny-colored tom with a distinctive ginger tail
Crowstripe-black tabby she-cat (expecting Flamestripe's kits)
Shadowrunner-black and white tom
Snake-brown tom with amber eyes, former loner
"Redthorn, come over here. I must speak with you." Redthorn's gaze filled with warmth as he saw his father shuffling toward him. Shadowrunner's pelt hung loosely on his bony, underfed frame, and he seemed as if he could hardly stand on his paws.
He allowed the frail old cat to slowly lead him into NightClan's pine forest. Pride filled his heart. This Clan was regarded as cunning, stealthy, and deadly. At last he was deputy of the most powerful Clan StarClan had ever watched over.
Redthorn winced every time Shadowrunner snapped a twig. This leaf-bare was quite harsh, and prey would now be even harder to track.
With surprising agility, the elder leapt onto a rotting log, Redthorn close behind. Shadowrunner's green gaze was solemn and thoughtful, the expression Redthorn had always admired.
"Well, erm, how do I say this? Featherheart 'nd I, we're not your true parents," he mumbled, voice barely audible.
"What? You're trying to say you've lied to me my whole life?" snarled the proud new deputy. His amber gaze hardened, tense and furious. Shadowrunner began to stutter unintelligible meows. Redthorn could make out two words: "Clan" and "Kit".
Suddenly Redthorn couldn't take it anymore.
Flashing claws connected with the old cat's throat, transforming the stutter into a quiet gurgle. The still body slumped onto the ground, blood pooling around his neck. Redthorn gently grabbed Shadowrunner by his scruff and trudged west.
In no time they were at the ReedClan border, and Redthorn began to wail about an attack.
An attack in which Shadowrunner had been killed.
A false attack in which a proud cat was covering his crimes.
An attack that would scar Redthorn for life.