ShadowClan and BrightClan

Silverstream was born in Riverclan (Lol) To the leader and medicine cat. Her birth was shunned, and Silverstream grew up without many friends. When her father, Reedstar, died, the ambitous Oakfire rose to power and became Oakstar. Oakstar loved Silverstream for her immense beauty, but she was frightend of the unrulely tom, so she refused to be his mate. Oakstar was full of rage.
"Be my mate, or die!"
He had yelled at her, the whole clan gathered. Silverstream was mortified. She still refused, and Oakstar attacked her, mauling her to the point of death, before forcing her own mother, Maplegaze the medicine cat, to heal her. Silverstream was locked away in a Fox-Den by the camp, with gaurds 24/7. When Thunderclan raided the camp, Silverstream managed to stagger away. Running for ever, terrified that Oakstar was behind her. When she found Brightclan, she was on the Brink of death, and Sunstar kindly accepted her. Feeding her and nursing her back to health, the she-cat accepted the invation to join the kind clan.
Ever since she joined Brightclan, Silverstream has been working hard to care for the gentle clan, always hunting and patroling harder than any other cat. Within two moons, Silverstream was appointed deputy. Ever cat approved of the choice of the gentle she-cat.

Darkfeather was born with a brother and two sisters. The smallest one was Pearl, a fluffy white she-kit with bright blue eyes. The next size up was Stormy, a gray she-kit. His brother was Woody, a brown tabby, wasn't quite as big as Darkfeather, who was born with the ShadowClan personality. Their parents were Ashflight, a ShadowClan tom who would teach the kits some fighting and hunting moves, and Snowbell, a kittypet that was basically a bigger version of Pearl. When Darkfeather and his siblings were seven moons old, he went into the forest, following his father back to ShadowClan camp, but staying in a nearby fox den. He stayed for three days, then went into the camp after Ashflight had left to see Snowbell and the other kits. Confronting the leader, he told them of Ashflight's treachery. He showed the cats to where Ashflight had went, then watched the fight, staring in delight as his father died. He never liked the gray tom that was his father. He was too nice to be ShadowClan. Darkfeather would be a real ShadowClan warrior one day. He saw Pearl throw herself into the battle, and pulled her off. When the twolegs came out, he retreated with the ShadowClan cats.
"It's too late. Ashflight is dead," meowed a dark brown tabby she-cat.
"Yeah, but what's really disappointing is that his seven moon old son would make a better warrior than him!" a taller gray tom snarled.
"Exactly!" a black and white tom agreed.
"So, I guess we should call you, 'Darkpaw' now," the she-cat mewed.
"Yeah, I guess," Darkfeather mumbled as they entered the camp. The cats cheered when they heard that the traitor was dead. Darkfeather became an apprentice, then a few moons later, he was Darkfeather, a warrior. The next morning, he went out on a walk and saw Pearl in an old fox den. He stood there, staring at her until she awoke. They had a small argument before Pearl attacked him, swiping randomly at him. When she caught his eyes, he swiped at her, just catching her nose. That sent her fleeing into the forest, scared of a small scratch. Darkfeather went back to camp and slightly changed the story to fit his liking, then told the others, 'It was a huge white tom, muscular and extremely strong. He was probably looking for danger, in case any wanted to find his rouge group that he probably had nearby. I saw the tom, and went straight into battle, claws unsheathed. I scraped at his eyes, and he clawed at my back. We fought for a few moments when he caught my eyes and I caught his nose. We both lost blood, but he lost a bit more than me. I was temporarily blinded, but gained my sight long enough to see the trail of blood that he left behind him. I bravely made sure that he went back to his rouge group and left the territory, when I was sure that they were gone, I came back to camp.' Since then, he hadn't seen Pearl, not knowing that she had become Skysong, a warrior of BrightClan.

Skysong was born a kittypet along with her siblings. Her mother, Snowbell, was the mate of a nicer ShadowClan cat called Ashflight. When Skysong was born, she had two brothers and a sister. The large she-kit, a gray tabby, named by the twolegs, was called Stormy. The larger tom, a brown tabby, named the same way, was called Woody. The largest of them all, a black tom-kit with red eyes, born with the ShadowClan personality, was named the same way, still, was called Knight. Finally, Skysong was called Pearl. She got to see her father every time she was brought out to the garden. One morning, when all the kits were 7 moons, he seemed nervous and afraid. Skysong noticed this, but didn't notice that Knight was gone for three nights straight. She tried to play with her nervous father, hoping to make him feel a bit better, but a few moments after she pounced on his tail, older and meaner cats flooded from the forest. She saw Knight, in the bushes behind them, his red eyes staring evilly and his grin wicked.
Snowbell had rounded up the three kits that stood beside he and started to push them towards the house when a loud growl sounded behind them saying, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A traitor? Of course!" There was a long pause, then the same voice ordered, "Kill him."
Skysong had turned and ran towards her father when she heard his yowl of pain. She leaped on one of the mean cats, randomly clawing at him, until she was pulled off by Knight.
"Hello, sister," the black tom mewed before unsheathing his claws and starting to attack Skysong. The twolegs came out the door and hollered at the mean cats. They ran back into the woods, Knight following them. The twolegs walked over, petted the remaining cats alive, then saw Ashflight's dead body. They picked up the body and started to dig a hole, placed it in the hole, then covered the body with dirt. Skysong continued to grow with the rest of her family until she was twelve moons old. That was when she had planned to go into the forest. She said good-bye to her mother and remaining siblings, then leaped over the fence and walked into the trees. She padded along until she came along a small fox den. When night fell, she laid down and went to sleep, but the next morning she saw Knight standing outside the den, staring at her.
"What do you want?" the tall, black tom sneered.
"I... I.." Skysong paused, thinking for the right choice of words. "No! You won't push me around anymore! You may have when we were kits, but not now! I am just out in the forest, like I have planned since we first met our father. Oh, wait, my father. You betrayed us and let some cats kill him! You pulled me away, so that I couldn't help him! You aren't my brother, you're a... a... a badger hearted piece of foxdung!"
"I don't know where you heard those words, but you'll regret ever saying them! Plus, I don't want to be your brother. I have a clan now, and a true name. I am Darkfeather," Darkfeather had bent down and dragged Skysong from the den, then threw her onto the ground. Skysong started to randomly scratch at the tom that was then on, not her brother, sending his backwards. When she caught him in the eyes, his claws caught her nose, just barely making it bleed. While the tom was blinded, Skysong ran. She came along Sunstar and the rest of BrightClan, and was invited to join. She graciously accepted, knowing that these cats would be whom she'd live with and protect. She was made an apprentice for a few days, but when she showed them what she was taught by Ashflight, they made her a warrior with the new name of Skysong. A few moons later, she was given Cloudpaw as an apprentice.