Forbidden Love

This is my first Fan finction on this wiki, hope it goes well! It's about a forbidden love, but both the cats are in the same clan! You'll figure out why when you read it. The characters are cats I role-play on another wiki, and the same thing happened to them. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and the clans are MossClan (In place of ThunderClan), RushClan (In place of RiverClan), SwiftClan (In place of WindClan), HawkClan (In place of SkyClan) and SharpClan (In place of ShadowClan. They live in a place like the forest, and HawkClan lives between SwiftClan and SharpClan. The story takes place in SharpClan. (Not because I like them better, it's just where the characters turned out to be.) Cinderstar  Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.  16:46, January 28, 2012 (UTC)

Prologue
Dark padded to where his sister Thrush lay. She had recently given birth to kits, and now, in the dead of the night, Dark was going to take one of them to be a warrior in his clan, SharpClan. He and his brother, Puddle, and his sisters, Heather, Thrush and Holly, had found a forest and were going to create clans, but they had barely any cats to join them, that's why Dark was going to steal a kit.

He looked down at them. They were small, and didn't look like they'd survive the night. Except for one, a tom. He must have been his sister's firstborn. There was no need to stay any longer in the HawkClan camp, so he picked him up carefully and walked out of the den. He raced across the camp, satisfied that the falling snow would hide his tracks.

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Thrush woke up as a ray of sunlight shone through the entrance to her den. She looked down at her kits and immeadeatly noticed one of them was missing. Where's Stormkit? She had given her kits clan names, even though she had not received her nine lives and name yet, and no cats had joined her clan yet. She was so distracted by Stormkit's dissapearance that she did not notice something else.

Giving up her search, she returned to her other kits. She recongnized the scent of death rising from them. She knew it well, after the death of her parents and many other close friends out in the cruel life as a rogue. Her wail of greif rose up over the camp. ''They starved and froze to death! I couldn't find any prey for the last couple of days, and they all didn't have enough on them to survive the cold night.'' How could she lead a clan now, with all this greif in her heart?

Chapter 1
Coming soon!