Warriors: A Moon of Blood: The Battle Begins

Chapter One
"Robinkit. Robinkit. Rooobinkit. ROBINKIT!!" A voice broke through a torqtoseshell kit's sleep. Lakekit, Shorekit, and Lampkit's faces poked into her vision. "Why am I the only she-kit in the nursery?" Robinkit muttered. "AND I'm also some kind of bad omen." She stood up. Flaketail, a pale ginger spotted queen, looked up. "You're a bad omen because you're a half-clan." She said. "Or that's what Ripplefoot said. I don't know your clan's omens." She yawned. Robinkit sighed. "I'm going to see if Ripplefoot needs any help." She said, walking out of the nursery. Ripplefoot's den was near the fresh-kill pile. Robinkit kept coming to help sort herbs to avoid the tom kits. She didn't want to fall for any of them. She was the kind of cat who thinks about the future at one moon old. Now she was five moons old, almost ready to start her training. She knew that one day her clan would expect her to find a mate, but none of the tom kits so far seemed interesting enough. Lakekit was obessed with himself, Shorekit was a rock next to the cats sharing tounges, and Lampkit was her brother. She poked her head into Ripplefoot's den. The tom was checking their herb supply. "Morning Ripplefoot." Robinkit said, coming in. Ripplefoot looked up. "Hello, Robinkit. I was checking how much Catmint we have. It's Leaf-Fall, we have to be ready for any Greencough." He flicked his tail to a pile of leaves. "Greencough? Fever, Coughing-" Robinkit started, but Ripplefoot cut her off. "Yep, that's it." He pushed some leaves toward her. "I went gathering at Dawn, sort tgese out please." Then he returned to the catmint. Robinkit smelled the pile and began sorting. She was nearly done when Fawnfoot, Ripplefoot's sister, poked her head into the den. "Um, Robinkit?" She called. "I'm here." Robinkit called back. Fawnfoot smiled. "Clearstar wants to talk to you." Wip