Author's Note: Hi guys! This is my first story, so don't expect much. This is during what I like to call The Rise Of Tigerstar, during his rule in the first series. Heathersong is a half-Clan Shadowclan she-cat. I'm always looking for new Clan cats, rouges, and loners. So post a comment or PM me!

Tigerstar. Even now, as she ran far from the camp, the name threatened to crush Heathersong like a dog, snapping her between its pointy teeth. She had known that she had needed to get far, far away from ShadowClan. It was no safe place for a half-Clan she-cat, that much she knew. As she ran in no direction, far away from all that she had ever known, she thought about her past life in ShadowClan.

She could almost still hear her mother, Sparrowpath's gentle voice as she and her siblings, Fawnkit and Russetkit, lay in the brambles and thorns that Tigerstar called the nursery. Pressed up in a corner between many other small, sickly kits, their mother told them the words that would change their lives forever. "Your father isn't dead, kits." She whispered, afraid to speak in her own camp. "He's alive. He is Ashmist, of RiverClan."

Those words had been heard by Lizardstripe, who told them to Tigerstar. But Tigerstar did not kill them right away. No, he was too brutal to do that. He stretched it out, made it painful. He killed their mother first, pretending that it was an accident. Then, as the whole Clan watched, he killed her brother and sister at their warrior ceremony. Heathersong knew that it was a matter of time until it was her who would be sacrificed, left brutally to die. So she ran. Two weeks after the murder of her siblings, she ran away from ShadowClab.

Her tired limbs and growling stomach brought Heathersong back to the real world. But she kept running. She needed to run. The thought of sleep had barely crossed her mind before she collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

When Heathersong woke up, her first thought was to keep running. But slowly, she looked around her surroundings. It was a Clan camp if she had ever seen one. What if I started a Clan here? she wondered. As she thought about it, the idea made more sense to her. What would the Clan's name be? The perfect name suddenly hit her. ForestClan. As she climbed above a high rock, she yelled to the wind, "I am Heatherstar. Hear my voice!"