A Way To Fly

## The New Code

Whatever Clan a cat was born to, they have that Wing color and format.

A kit gets their wings at 5 moons or late.

A cat's wing color depends on the rule they hold. If they are a Leader, they hold the black wings. If they are deputy, they have dark grey wings. If they are a medicine cat, they get white wings. If they are a warrior or apprentice or kit, they have any color Wing.

Rouges must be accepted by StarClan if they are to receive their wings. Same goes for Kittypets.

All kittens have white wings at birth. It does not decide their destiny.

### Rules:

It is impossible to neglect a kitten in need.

It is not possible to switch clans or wings.

Never mate with an outsider of your clan.

Rouges must be accepted by StarClan If they are to receive their wings. Same would go for Kittypets.

Kits of leaders will more than likely experience powers.

## PROLOGUE

A screech sounded in my ears. Fenneldash was giving birth. I paced outside the nursery, fear pumping in my chest. My black wings fluttered nervously, occasionally waving over Timberpaw's face.

She frowned, holding one of my wings. "I thought your wings used to be gray."

"That's only for the deputy," I murmered quietly. Yes, I was leader of the Wind Council. Freightstar, they called me. I was actually new at all of this. At the kitting, at the leader position. At the father role.

Timberpaw's white wings positioned themselves onto their back. She frowned. Jayheart didn't trust her completely yet, especially not with kitting. Medicine Cat's had fully white wings. Once they had fully white wings, they were proven worthy of being a medicine cat. She had a tad bit of grey on the tip on her wings.

Jayheart stepped out, pride in his eyes. "Three healthy kits." He waited as I stepped in, examining them.

"Where are their wings?" I asked feverishly. "I thought you said they were healthy!"

"They are," he rolled his eyes. "They don't get their wings until they're five wings old. You don't want them flying around now." He walked away, beckoning Timberpaw.

I gasped just at the sight of my kits. So young. So beautiful. "All toms," Fenneldash murmured, sounding weak. She looked so fragile.

"I'll name the black and white one Ospreykit." I declared.

She smiled, glancing at the other two. One of them looked like her, one of them was grey. "I'll name the grey one Bouncekit." I licked her ear.

"Wonderful."

She put a paw on the other one, but then it started shaking. Panic overtook me. Pain flashed on and off in her eyes and she sighed. "Don't name it Fennelkit. Promise me. Don't let it be named in vain."

A tear dropped from my eye. I yowled for the medicine cat. "Jayheart! Please! She's dying.." My voice lowered and lowered gradually as I saw her fall limp. It was too late. I collapsed on the floor.

Jayheart darted in, denial in his face. "No.. no, no, no!" He walied. Right. Fenneldash was his sister.

Blizzardshot crept over nudging the body away and taking her place. She had decided moons ago she would say as a nursery queen. But the thing was, she was also Fenneldash's sister. I could pray to StarClan that she didn't speak of this to my kits.

I grabbed the scruff, dropping the body in the clearing. I yowled an announcement. When all cats gathered, they looked shot. I couldn't stop the tears from slipping and making my wings glow in a certain way. "Fenneldash has passed. I shall love her forever -" I couldn't stop my voice from cracking. I buried my muzzle into her neck. I wish she was here. She would have supported me.

My mother, Rosewing, picked me up and gestured towards my den . I shook my head, and she dragged me over anyways.

I buried my muzzle into my paws. Why did it have to be her, and out of all times? I can't Father kits with no mother. But I know what she would've said. I sighed, falling alseep as I heard whispers comfort me.