Warriors: The Legend of FireClan

Note I do not own the Warriors series, the awesome Erins do. I am just making an alternate storyline from the Original Arc, to Omen Of The Stars. Enjoy! -Thunderstar, Leader of FireClan

 Chapter One It was a bright summer day in the Twolegplace, and a large golden tomcat was pilfering through garbage can after garbage can looking for food. Sadly, the cat ended up empty handed. The cat was returning to an older, very thin, brown cat, the lack of edible food was clearly effecting both of them. "I'm sorry father, I couldn't find anything." The brown cat replied to him in a rasped mew, "It's been days since we've eaten, what will we do?" The golden cat thought for a moment, until an idea came to him. "How about the forest?" "The forest? You can't go looking for food there! Haven't you heard the stories of the savage cats that live there?' " Come on father, those are just tales mothers tell there kits so they don't stray away, I'll be fine."The brown tom, needing food, allowed his son to go to the forest, only if he could come with. The two cats set off, into the woods. Not knowing what was in store.....

Chapter TwoThe two cats decided to split up, realizing they could find more food that way. Tonight, they would eat like kings. To the cats, the forest seemed safe enough, but after awhile, they began to hear rustling in nearby bushes. The two cats stopped dead in their tracks, as from out of a bush, three of the feral cats appeared. "Get off of ThunderClan territory!" A long haired gray tom screeched as the cats began to approach the two cats. "I have know clue what you're talking about! What's ThunderCla-!" The golden cat was interupped as an orange tom flung itself at him. The two cats could not separate, though the golden cat was thin, he was strong, often having fight for his food. Eventually the two cats were exhausted, forcing them to stop. Both of their pelts were covered in blood and scratches. The golden cat then stood in front of his frail father, trying to protect him. The orange cat then looked at the two cats differently. He was very impressed, this helped him calm down, and he spoke. "Might I ask what you are doing in our territory?" His tone was as soft as silk. A pale, striped cat then stepped up, " Who cares what their doing? They're tresspassers!" "Yeah Firestar, why are you talking to them like friends?" The gray cat could be heard behind the striped one. "Graystripe, Longtail, hush now. Didn't you two see how this cat fought? For a frail Twolegplace rouge, this cat has some guts." The golden cat had enough of this. "Look, I don't know whats going on, but me and my father will go now." "Hold on there, might I ask your name?" Mewed the orange cat, now looking at him with interest. "My name is Thunder, my father is Husk, and we'll be going now." As Thunder walked away, he was suprised to hear the orange cat say, "Why don't you come with us, we can give you and your father food, and send you on your way." Thunder and his father couldn't give up this oppourtunity, and went with the strange cats, father into the undergrowth.