I have the original posted on another account but I wanted to post the Slash version on this one.

Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. I claim Whitefeather though.

Summary: Whitekit is born pure white but over time a gray streak appears. As his family shuns him for being half-clan, the streak darkens. 'A white feather drifts until a harsh wind blows in toward the abyss.'

Book 1-Chapter 1: Gust of Wind

Whitekit's ear twitched as he watched his father scoled Gingerfur, an orange she-cat, and Applebreeze, a rusty brown she-cat, for crossing the border with ThunderClan.

"How could you have been so stupid?" he asked, glaring at the two younger she-cats.

Gingerfur's ears dropped as she ducked her head in embarrassment. "We're sorry, Hailstar. We really are."

Hailstar sighed and closd his eyes before taking in a deep breath. "Look, you will clean the Elder's Den and check them for ticks for one moon."

Gingerfur opened her mouth to argue but Applebreeze quickly put her tail over her friend's mouth and nodded. "Yes, Hailstar." She led her friend toward the Elder's Den where Pebblefall and Silverfoam sat, grooming each other.

Hailstar shook his head and then turned toward the small white kit. "And now to deal with you."

Whitekit's ears flattened and he looked down at his tiny paws. He had followed the two she-cats out of the camp and was the one who had caught them crossing the border. If he had been an apprentice he would have been praised but he was still only a kit. "I -"

"No, Whitekit! You are more trouble than you are worth!" his father hissed. "First I go and break the warrior code and have a kit with a kittypet when I already have a mate and kits. Then the kittypet insists that I take it with me back to the clans! Then the kit turns out to be a nuisance! Why did I ever agree to bring you!" he hissed quietly. He glanced around the clearing to make sure no other cat was listening in. "I would give you to the foxes if I could." he glared at the white kit once more before steadily limping away toward the fresh-kill pile where his mate (clan), Cinderstream, sat watching their two kits: Tawnykit and Petalkit.

Whitekit watched the happy family with a pang of longing. His father had mated with Cinderstream right before he had met with his mother, Frizz. The WindClan leader had been torn between the two she-cats but had chosen Cinderstream when he learned she was pregnant with his kits. Not long after he had found that Frizz was also pregnant with his kits. He had wanted nothing to do with the half kittypet half clan kit but Frizz had insisted that he take him.

When Cinderstream had learned this she had chastised her mate but had forgiven him and had taken Whitekit in. She acted like she cared but he had caught her once and a while giving him looks of loathing. The only other cat that knew besides him, his parents, and Cinderstream was Snowdrop, a black and white tom, who was the clan deputy.

Whitekit watched them with sadness in his dull green eyes. He padded slowly toward the nursery. He padded through the entrance and smiled when he saw Redstorm, a black she-cat with brown-red eyes, laying in a nest made of feathers.

"Hello, Redstorm." he stated as he paded closer the the she-cat.

The queen blinked and looked over at Whitekit. "Well hello, deary! How's my favorite little tom?"

Whitekit felt his pelt warm at the compliment. Redstorm and her mate Icepool, a back tom with blue eyes, had always been the nicest to him out of all his clan mates.

"I'm doing fine, Redstorm. Finally had to move in here, huh?"

Redstorm nodded and huffed. "Eaglewing insisted on it."

Whitekit let his smile fall slightly at the mention of the clan's medicine cat. Eaglewing had never really liked him for some odd reason. From the moment Cinderstream had given 'birth' to him the old medicine cat had been hostile.

"Really?" Whitekit asked, not really caring what the answer would be.

Redstorm nodded and let out a yawn. "Yep. Hey Whitekit, you don't mind if I take a nap do you?"

Whitekit took in the she-cat appearance and finally noticed how tire she looked. "Of course! You need your sleep so you can be ready for when the kits come!"

Redstorm smiled and placed her head on her paws. "Thank you, Whitekit." She had almost closed her eyes when her ears perked to attention and she sat up slightly. "That reminds me. You need to wash your pelt more. You are starting to get a streak across your fur." With that, she layed back down for a nap.

Whitekit slowly padded out of the nursery and headed for a puddle that might have formed during the down pour the clan had had the night before. Glancing down into the puddle he noticed an off white, maybe gray streak, appreaing across muzzle. He turned sideways and noted in started in the middle of his stomach, ran across his chest and muzzle, over his head, across his back and stopped at the very tip of his tail.

He tilted his head inconfusion. He had noticed the streak a few days ago but had assumed it was just dirt. He had washed his pelt the night before and had fallen into a large puddle when following after Applebreeze and Gingerfur. Why hadn't it washed away? He shook his head and shrugged before heading over to talk to Yewpaw, a golder yellow tom with amber eyes.

"Hello, Yewpaw."

Yewpaw glanced up from the mouse he had been eating and grinned when he saw the white kit. "Why hello, Whitekit! Come to join me?"

Whitekit shook his head. "Though I'd say good morning and all that rot."

Yewpaw snorted in amusement before taking a bite out of the mouse. "All that rot, huh?"

Whitekit smirked and nodded. "Ya, -"

"Yewpaw!"

Both Whitekit and Yewpaw cringed when they heard the voice of Cloverpaw, a brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. It was a well known fact that Cloverpaw had a crush on her fellow apprentice and would follow his where ever he went.

"Yewpaw, there you are! Snowdrop and I want you and Blackcreek to come training with us." the she-cat stated happily, not once glancing at Whitekit.

Yewpaw shared a look with the younger tom. "Sorry, Cloverpaw. But I -"

"We would love to join you and your mentor for training, Cloverpaw." Blackcreek's voice interrupted from behind them.

Whitekit turned to look at a large black tom with stormy gray eyes. "H-Hello, Blackcreek." He stuttered out. No cat scared him like the large Blackcreek did.

Blackcreek gave him a sharp look before tapping Yewpaw on the head with his fluffy tail. "Come along, Oakpaw."

Yewpaw grumbled like he always did when Blackcreek called him the wrong name. That was what Blackcreek did. He only remembered the names of his superiors. Any cat lower than him was always Oakpaw or Mosspaw.

Blackcreek turned and walked toward the entrance where Snowdrop sat waiting for them. Yewpaw gave him an apologetic look and sprinted over to the two mentors, Cloverpaw right behind him.

Whitekit sighed and looked around the camp one last time before heading toward the nursery. He climbed into his small bed of moss and closed his eyes.

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