Mapleshade's revenge

This is my first Warriors fanfiction. It's about Mapleshade's life in ThunderClan, from the moment she opened her eyes as a kit to her death. Hope you enjoy it!

(I'll make the allegiances later, once the story has been really developped.)

Prologue
Lightningstar rested in the corner of the leader's den, curled up into a ball. His fur was knotted and covered in dirt, and his once sky-blue eyes were now a murky gray. The blue and white tom was on his last life, and was horribly sick. The illness had made Lightningstar sleep all day, and he refused to eat or drink. He hadn't left his den for nearly half a moon, much less organize patrols. He'd even missed the Gathering a few moonrises ago. Not even Weaselclaw had been able to recognise his strange illness.

"Lightningstar! Lightningstar! Your kits are coming!" he heard a high-pitched voice mew. Lightningstar lifted his head slightly to see his deputy, Birdclaw, standing in front of his den. The young ThunderClan deputy's voice was full of excitement and a little bit of nervousness. With a yawn, Lightningstar closed his eyes again.

"Aren't you going to come and see your mate and kits?" Birdclaw asked, her voice sounding slightly angry. "Lilacheart isn't going to be very pleased with you!"

Lightningstar lazily tried getting to his paws, but to his surprise, his back legs were paralyzed. With a grunt, he dragged himself to the front of his den and faced Birdclaw. Her black ears were twitching impatiently. The white she-cat was normally very patient, but now, she looked like she wanted to burst.

"Well? Aren't you coming? What kind of a father are you?" Birdclaw hissed angrily.

"Alright, I'm coming," Lightningstar grumbled, and draggeed himself out from under Highrock where his den was and into the blinding light of the moon. Squinting, he looked around camp, trying to find the nursery? Why couldn't he remember where it was? Or was he just too lazy to think?

With a flick of her tail, Birdclaw padded towards the nursery, and the ThunderClan leader followed. Other cats stared at him coldly, and looking at them, Lightningstar wasn't sure whether they were glad to see him or angry that he hadn't left his den sooner.

Suddenly, Lightningstar heard a loud wail coming from the nursery, and the tiny mew of a kit. If his instincts weren't so fuzzy, Lightningstar's fur would've bristled in fear for his beloved mate.

By the time he had finally dragged himself to the nursery, Lightningstar saw his pale tabby mate and three kits suckling fiercly. Whiskers twitching at his kits, he looked at Lilacheart.

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