SparrowClan Territory: Citrus Lake

The sun was rising, and a snow-white cat was hunting in the heavy rain. She had come when it was a cold Moonhigh, but the Leaf-Bare was approaching and so prey was scarce. Then a mouse was in sight, Frostclover sprang, but the mouse was caught by another cat.
"I am the Hunter of the Dawn!" The cat laughed, and then bounded away.
Frostclover returned to camp, empty pawed.

"Good morning, Frostclover.", a light brown tabby emerged from a patch of bushes. His fur was sleek and shiny, and he was wearing a spiked collar. "It's me, Iceburg. I came to ask you something."

"Get out of my territory!" Frostclover spat, swiping her claws at the kittypet.

"Wait! Wait! Just listen to me!", he jumped out of the way of her claws. He popped into a bush and soon came out with two kits, a small brown tabby she-kit with intense green/blue eyes ( http://th01.deviantart.com/fs13/300W/f/2007/027/a/b/The_Bengal_Kitten_CloseUp_by_UffdaGreg.jpg ) and a large tortoiseshell tom with bright green eyes. ( http://www.digitaldesktopwallpaper.com/wallpapers/ThursMorn/2593760035_cb2a2a2d32_b.jpg )The she-kit had her back leg torn off and you could see the bone while the tom had large gashes on him. "I found these two kits abandoned and beaten. Their collars said their names were Plight and Slake, and I thought it was best to give it to someone who i could trust and I know who would take good care of them. I wanted them to be raised strong, like the clans are rumored to be... will you take them in as your own? Please? I couldn't just leave them there, you know that."

"Of course not! My role as deputy is more emportant as you!2 Frostclover hissed, bounding off.

As soon as she returned into camp, she yowled. "Intruder!"

"Where!?", Sweetsorrow bounded out of the elder's den. Her fur was puffed up.

"Wait, wait!", Iceburg pleaded, carrying the two kits. "Maybe you can't care for them, but isn't there another she-cat who can? You wouldn't turn down cats in need, right? And they need you!"

But, Frostclover was out of earshot. "Right over there, he acts as if I knew him." Frostclover flicked her tail to the entrance of the camp.

"Why does he have kits?", Singedstar padded out of the leader's den and up to Iceburg.

"I would be very honored if you...uhh... took these hurt kits in, leader..", he mumbled, bowing for a moment. He wasn't sure what to do. He pushed the kits forward. Singedstar glanced around the clearing as warriors and apprentices circled around him. "Of course.", he mewed, picking up Plight. "The warrior code says we must take in kits, even if they are not our own. And I am not going to disobey StarClan. What are the kits' names?"

"Plight and Slake.", he timidly mumbled.

"Very well. SparrowClan, welcome our newest members, Plightkit and Slakekit!"

Scorchpaw and Tigerpaw were padding out of their dens, not knowing about the intruder.
"Why are we lead by an elder?" Scorchpaw grumbled.
"Wait, I smell an kitty-pet!" Tigerpaw mewed, softly.

"Scorchpaw!", Finchpaw padded out, sounding like Singedstar, "That is disrespectful to call me an elder! No more training for you!" She giggled, playfully battering his ear.

"Yeah. I smell it too.", Wingpaw mumbled, shifting his wings.

"Iceburg. You can go back to windfall fields now. These kits will not be harmed.", Singedstar mewed, ignoring Finchpaw's mimic.

"Grr!" Scorchpaw crouched, and then pounced on Flinchpaw.

"Not so fast!", she laughed, pinning Scorchpaw down. "I may be a she-cat, but I'm stronger than you!"

Scorchpaw thrust upwards, knocking her off him.

"Fine. You got me.", Finchpaw murmured, "Lets go see the new kits... I wonder who will be the foster mom.... Do you think I could be one?"

"Yeah, and Scorchpaw could be the daddy~", Wingpaw teased, pushing Scorchpaw foward so his and Finchpaw's noses were touching.

Scorchpaw filched away, and growled, with his back arched.

"Calm down, Scorchpaw. It was just a joke, sheesh.", Wingpaw snickered as Flinchpaw backed away also, her cheeks flushing red.

"Pretty dumb joke.", she mumbled.

Scorchpaw stalked away, still growling, and Tigerpaw looked at him as he padded over to the other apprentices.
"What's up with him?" He asked.

"I made Finchpaw and Scorchpaw kiss.", Wingpaw grinned, "And now he's acting like someone just clipped his whiskers off."

"Oh well, that's toms for you." Tigerpaw meowed, not even remembering that he is one too.

"I'm gonna go find him.", Finchpaw mumbled, dashing off after him.


"So, Finchpaw and Scorchpaw are possibly in love... do you like anyone?", Wingpaw slying grinned, raising his eyebrows.

"Honestly, I don't really think about liking anyone." Tigerpaw meowed, suspecting that Wingpaw might like him.

WINGPAW IS MALE XD)

"Yeah. Me either.", he stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Plus there's no other she-cats except Blacksun, Flowerpetal, and Finchpaw. Blacksun and Finchpaw are my kin, and Flowerpetal is too old."

(gonna make another she-cat character because there are too many males o3o)

(I have a cool mini-plot, but you have to make a female, called Silverlight. Frostclover is gonna like Windwalker, but he likes Silverlight.)

Tigerpaw nodded, and then padded off to the elder's den.

Surely)
Sweetsorrow was laying in her nest, her two paws curled around Plightkit and Slakekit. She lifted her gaze to Tigerpaw, and the two kits bounded over to him. Two days had passed since the young ones had arived, and their injuries were healing quickly. Though Plightkit's torn leg couldn't be fixed.

"Tigerpaw, are you here to listen to the stories of the ancient clans?", Slakekit chirped, bouncing around him, "She was gonna tell us about Tigerstar!"

"Yeah!", Plightkit said, "She told us if we venture too far out, Tigerstar will come and gobble us up..." She paused, trembling a bit. "Is it true..?"

Sweetsorrow flashed a glance at the tabby apprentice, amusement flickering in them.