Gift to The Clan

A Fanficition by Oliviawarriorgirl Here is my Warriors fanfiction about a WindClan she-cat, Poppydusk, who is destined to lead her Clan during a time of great chaos. This fanfic is set three generations after The Apprentices Quest (the new book in the new arc), so around the time of Alderpaw and Sparkpaw's (Bramblestar and Squirrelflight's actual kits) grandkits. But when Poppydusk discovers a closely-guarded secret, she must decide her destiny... (NOTE: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!)

Allegiances
RiverClan Leader Brackenstar - White tom with brown splotches

Deputy Rabbitwhisker - Gray tom with long whiskers

Medicine Cat Nightbranch - Black she-cat with a white flash on chest and white tipped tail

Warriors Gorsecloud - Ginger she-cat Rainclaw - Dark gray tom Ashwing - Pale gray she-cat with white underbelly Speckleflower - Speckled brown she-cat Icefur - White tom Cedartail - Brown tabby tom Nutpelt - Gray tom Fernfrost - Tortoiseshell and white she-cat Sagefall - Small light brown she-cat with dark brown legs and tail and white underbelly and chest Poppydusk - White she-cat with ginger and black splotches Pebbleflight - Gray tabby tom with white chest

Apprentices Pinepaw - Light brown tom white white paws Blossompaw - Long haired gray-and-black tabby she-cat Finchpaw - Cream she-cat with ginger tail

Queens Petalheart - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with small ears, mother of Icefur's kits (Brindlekit, Mallowkit and Owlkit) Berryfur - Pale ginger she-cat with white underbelly, chest and paws, expecting Nutpelt's kits Dustflower - Smoky gray she-cat, mother of Brackenstar's kits (Sunkit and Morningkit)

Elders Mistfeather - Silver tabby she-cat with graying muzzle Smokestripe - Gray tabby tom Oakstorm - Reddish brown tom Blackheart - Black and white tom

Prologue
It was a cool leaf-fall day when a gray-and-white she-cat stretched in the WindClan nursery. "I'm having den fever," the queen complained. "I think I'll take a walk on the moor. I can't remember the last time I got out of this camp, for StarClan's sake!" "Alright, but be safe! You're so close to kitting!" a speckled queen called out. "I will, Speckleflower. I'll be back before you can say 'rabbit'." the pale gray cat assured her denmate. The she-cat emerged from the nursery and paused in the clearing, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Off I got," the WindClan cat said. half to herself. She padded down the open moor, her paws pattering on the ground. Suddenly, she stopped dead. "Ohh, it hurts... the kits... they're coming... it was mouse-brained to talk a walk when I was so close to kitting..." the queen gasped, wide eyed. She looked around frantically, hoping to see signs of cats. To her horror, there were none. But somehow, as if StarClan themselves were guiding her, the turned her head and saw the Horseplace. It looked as if the sun was shining on it directly. "The Horseplace! It's much too far to return to camp, and they will be hay were I can give birth. It will also be sheltered." the gray queen raced as fast as she could, pain jabbing her like a thousand ShadowClan cats attacking her, to the Horseplace. She burst through the entrance, panting and gasping. "You have come! Good." a pretty white she-cat with shining blue eyes and a gray muzzle, not gray because of age, stepped out of the shadows. The stranger gave a polite nod. "Who are you? Why are you talking such nonsense?" the queen demanded. "Calm down, young queen. You are here for a reason." the white loner assured. "Oh really, is that so? And who told you, huh? You're little loner ancestors?" the gray WindClan she-cat snarled. "Sorry, I guess I'm cranky because I'm having lots pain," she mumbled. "That's alright. Now, let's lay you down on some hay! You're kitting, for tabbies sake! Come." the kind yet odd white cat ordered. The WindClan feline heaved and moaned as she lay down on the hay. After much pain and much time, a tiny bundle slid out. "A tom!" the strange loner announced. "Oh, he's so handsome!" the gray cat mewed breathlessly. She licked him fiercely and he began to suckle. Then another kit entered the world. "A she-cat this time!" the loner purred. "Oh, they're absolutely beautiful! I can't believe it. Oh, thank you so very much. I don't know how I'll ever repay you." the gray queen mewed as her kits suckled happily at her belly. "Well, I know how. There is something you must do."