Scar

Allegiances
IceClan

Leader: Fogstar- pale gray she-cat with dark blue eyes

Apprentice, Goldenpaw

Deputy: Owlclaw- dark brown tabby tom

Medicine Cat: Shadecloud- dark gray she-cat with long whiskers

Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)

Shadowsky- silver gray she-cat with black tipped ears and bright green eyes

Apprentice, Rainpaw

Fallenstorm- long furred cream colored tom

Liongaze- ginger tom with yellow eyes

Apprentice, Bramblepaw

Tornheart- ginger she-cat with bright green eyes

Longfeather- mottled gray tom with a feathery tail

Apprentices (kits older than six moons, in training to become warriors)

Goldenpaw- golden tabby tom with light blue eyes and a white underbelly

Rainpaw- bluish black she-cat

Bramblepaw- black and white tom

Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)

Nightmask- thick furred black she-cat with amber eyes and a white muzzle (nursing Blake's kits: Scarkit- gray and white tom, and Ravenkit- black she-cat)

Morningbreeze- tortoiseshell she-cat (expecting Fallenstorm's kits)

Elders

Birchfang- light brown tabby tom

Graywind- gray she-cat

Cats Outside the Clans:

Jade- dark ginger kittypet with green eyes

Blake- long furred tawny colored tom with shredded ears

Venus- large white tom with black spots and dark blue eyes

Meadow- light brown tabby she-cat with violet colored eyes

Red- reddish tabby kittypet

Sly- pale tabby and white she-cat

Prologue
''The wind stirred the branches as a thick furred black she-cat with a white muzzle carefully padded through the forest, her amber eyes glittering in the dark shadows of the moonless night. ''Fear and happiness warred within Nightmask's heart as the warrior headed to the Frozen River, shivering as the wind cutt hrough her thick pelt. Her eyes were alert, on the look out for any trouble-such as signs of her clan mates or any unfamiliar faces. Twigs cracked underneath her paws, and after what seemed like an eternity, she finally stepped out of the ferns and into the clearing beside the river's edge. There he was, his shredded ears noticeable in the shadows, scars outlining his tawny pelt.

"Blake?" she hissed out into the shadows, and was not surprised to see the tom whirl around, his amber gaze brightening.

Tension crawled along Nightmask's pelt as she stepped out of the shadows and padded slowly towards him, deliberately making the time seem to drag on forever. She had news for him, and it was not good news. She had been wrestling with herself ever since they had both started meeting- three moons ago. Though the Warrior Code forbid such relationships, one could never stop love, no matter where it came from. Her heart was breaking already at the thought of what she had to do, but Nightmask shushed the sentimental part of her brain that was warning her to not go through with this. Blake on the other hand, was completely obvlivious, his paw steps thundering through the ground as he came up beside her, a purr rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat.

"Nightmask!" He exclaimed jubiliantly, a smile forming on his face.

You are going to hate me, Nightmask thought as she returned the greeting less than enthusiastically. Upon noticing her quiet greeting, the loner took a few steps back, observing her through narrowed, amber eyes. His tail lashed back and forth, and his paws scraped against the ground as he began to circle the IceClan she-cat, face contorting with worry. Lowering her head, Nightmask did not meet his searching gaze, already trying to distance herself from what she had to say. Having only found out a few days before that she was expecting kits, Nightmask was still trying to cope with the dreadful turmoil that had escalated during the last few days.

"I'm expecting kits," she began hesitantly, voice strained.

The news stopped Blake short, and the long furred tom only stared at Nightmask with incomprehension before his spirits lifted again. This was what was wrong? Having kits? He was going to be a father! His mind whirled with happiness, which Nightmask only watched with growing shame. Her next words would rip them both apart, especially the tom that loved her.

"Blake, it isn't as simple as just expecting kits. I'm expecting your kits. You know what the Warrior Code states. I'm sorry, we-we can't-" She broke off as realization dawned on the loner's face, and his expression darkened.

Plain heartbreak and anger swept through the tom's body as he stared at the she-cat before him, limbs trembling. So she wouldn't even try? Not even for him? He ignored the fact that she herself was breaking on the inside, confident that Nightmask had been toying with his heart for the last few moons that they had spent together.

"Was all of this just a game to you?" He demanded, the beginnings of a snarl working onto his face.

Wincing, Nightmask opened her mouth to say something, but the tom raised his tail, stopping her with a cutting glare. His face was contorted with rage and sorrow, but the look was soon replaced with stony indifference. Without saying anything more, the tom turned his back on the she-cat, leaving her standing by the river where they had first met. Her heart shattered, but Nightmask was determined to not run after him. For how long she stood there, gaze rooted to the spot where Blake had once stood, the queen did not know, and neither did she care.

It was her fault, really. She had loved Blake, but..well, outside love and the Warrior Code didn't exactly mix. With a heavy heart, Nightmask tredded back to the IceClan Camp, her paws dragging against the undergrowth, causing an unnecessary racket. Her eyes were trained on her paws, and she seemed oblivious of everything, even the brambles tearing at her fur as she blundered back into the camp, ignoring the inquisitive glances of her clanmates. Let them look, she thought resignedly, tail sweeping around her paws, head bowed.

Two moons later....

The black she-cat's body was curled around two lumps of fur- one a gray and white tom, and the other, a black she-cat. They looked nothing like their father, the loner with whom she'd shared a forbidden relationship with, but in Nightmask's eyes, it did not matter. The medicine cat, Shadecloud, was looking down at the new mother with anxiety, her eyes narrowed with suspicion and concern. Normally, new mothers were overjoyed to see their kits, healthy and safe, right at their side.

"Nightmask, what is wrong?" Shadecloud asked, and the amber eyed Queen looked up at the Medicine Cat.

"Nothing, just thinking," Nightmask replied rather absently, curling her body even more tightly around her newborn kits.

Her eyes clouded with thoughts, her mind was on the memories of Blake, oh how he would have loved to see their two kits- Scarkit and Ravenkit. The tom's name left something to be desired, yet Nightmask didn't care. He reminded her most of her mate with the innocent way that he curled up lovingly beside her, his tiny paws pressing against her belly, filling her with a renewed sense of anguish.

"If you say so," the IceClan medicine cat murmured, leaving the nursery, leaving the only queen and her kits alone in the comforting darkness.

The warmth of the den was a welcome sanctuary against the frigid weather outside, and Nightmask finally felt the cloudiness fade from her vision, and she purred, the noise breaking many times. Both were lovely kits, but still, she wished that she had never had him. Anything that reminded her of the loner was not good, especially since Nightmask did not wish to brood about him anymore. But no matter what, their two kits would always serve as reminders to her secret love.

Chapter One
Coming soon!