Yay! It's a brand new Warriors story. Unlike my other ones, this one will be taking place on an island with many different customs than the Warriors. Yes, I know I still need to update my other stories, but I had this idea and its awesome so that's why I started it… Anyway, sit back and enjoy.

The storm crashed around the small boat, sending waves onto the deck. Thunder boomed and rain fell in waves that were unable to be seen through. A black she-cat hung in the back of the boat, her whole body protecting a small bundle of fur. Around her, she could hear the boatfolk running around and yelling.

Lightning flashed throughout the sky, making it seem like a day for a split second. The bundle of fur under the she-cat whimpered. "Hush," she whispered in her kit's ear. "It will be alright. The boatfolk will not let this boat sink."

"But…it's so loud," whimpered the kit, her tortoise shell fur clinging to her body. She felt colder than she had ever felt before.

The black she-cat licked the kit on the head. "Storm. Do not worry. This is nothing. It cannot harm you. It cannot-" Before she could finish a bolt of lightening fell from the sky and pierced the small boat.

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Storm groaned and opened her eyes. Where was she? What happened? The boat! She scrambled to her paws and looked around. She was on a long beach. To her left was a huge piece of rock that jutted into the ocean. On the right, further up the beach was what seemed to be a rock formation of some sort. In front of her, after some lengths of beach, was a thick forest.

"What is this place?" She noticed bits of wood around her. Was it from the ship? Then where was… "Mother!" she yowled, running to the limp body underneath a piece of wood. She pulled the wood off and licked the she-cat over. "Mother. Mother. Wake up!"

The she-cat was silent, unmoving. "Oh Mother," she whispered, collapsing by the black she-cat's side. She pressed her muzzle into her mother's fur. It was cold and lifeless, unlike the fur she had felt before on the ship.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

The kit moved her head away from the body and looked at who spoke. She jumped. Three cats stood near the pieces of wood. All three had long, lean bodies, muscles moved under their fur as they walked. Were these cats the wild cats she had heard about from the dock cats? She wondered if they would eat her.

A light gray she-cat moved until she was right behind her. "You poor kit," she whispered, looking at the unmoving body. "Are you alright?"

She shivered. The she-cat's teeth were long and pointy. They looked like they could rip her to shreds.

"Move away from her SpiralClam," said the dark gray tom ruffly. "She looks scared out of her mind. StepShells. Why don't you talk to her? SpiralClam. I think you should go and inform ShiningFeather about this."

"Alright GrayShark," said SpiralClam. "See you later young kit." The she-cat headed for the huge rock piles in the distance.

She had no time to wonder what was over there for the final cat approached her. Unlike the other two, she looked to be younger, maybe only a couple moons older than her. Her light gray fur was streaked with small black streaks, her green eyes looked over the she-cat questionly.

"Hi," she said quietly, "I'm StepShells. What's your name?"

"Storm," said the tortoise-shell quietly.

"That's a pretty name," said StepShells, "What happened? Did the storm get you?"

"I was on a boat with my…Mother. There was a storm. The boat…the boatfolk…"

StepShells cocked her head to the side like she didn't understand what Storm was talking about. "I don't really get it, but it sounds horrible."

Storm nodded.

"Oh. The poor kit."

Storm turned to see two she-cats approaching, led by SpiralClam. One was a black she-cat, carrying something green in her mouth. Next to her, was what caused Storm to pause. It was a longhaired white she-cat. However, it was the way she held herself was what caused Storm to stare. The she-cat's head was high and every step seemed to be taken with pride.

The black she-cat walked up to Storm and dropped whatever she was holding. It was a banana leaf wrapped around something. The she-cat unwrapped it, revealing a white block. "Coconut," explained the she-cat, "It will help you get your strength back. Eat some."

"You should eat it," said StepShells, "HealingWave is the healer of OceanTide. She knows what she's doing. It will make you feel better."

Not knowing what else to do, Storm ate the coconut. As soon it was inside her stomach, she felt a bit better. However, her mother's death still loomed in her mind.

"I am ShiningFeather," said the longhaired she-cat, stepping forward. "The leader of OceanTide."

"OceanTide?" asked Storm.

"It's one of the two Tribes," explained StepShells. "ForestRose owns the jungle while we own the beach."

HealingWave lifted her tail, "Enough StepShells. She-Storm's your name?-must be very tired. I think we should take her back to camp."

"I agree," said ShiningFeather. She dropped down until she was Storm's height. "Want to come to our camp? There's a lot to do there."

Storm looked at her mother. Her mother had always told her to be careful with strange cats but her mother wasn't around to tell her if these cats were okay or not. They seemed to be nice and if they were going to eat her, they would have done it already. "Sorry Mother," she thought. Out loud she said, "Alright."