Milkstrike sighed, relaxing while watching apprentices and kits scuffle playfully, a soft purr in his throat. The massive brown and white tom rolled on his back, warm sunlight hitting his snowy white belly fur. It was one of the rare moments when the light got in the cave where the camp was situated. He liked spending the hottest hours of the day resting right beside the Guardian's Stone, where the leaders spoke to their clan. His yellow eyes closed, as he thought about the terrible battle that shook the Dove's Path. The place where no one should had ever fought had been soaked with blood. They disrespected their ancestors, fighting those rogues there. Milkstrike grumbled thinking about that group of lawless rogues that called themselves "The Wolves". Disgusting pieces of buzzard dung.

A sudden pain in his tail interrupted his internal rambling.
"Hey lazy furball! No training today?" asked a familiar, squeaking voice. Milkstrike spun to face the little, fluffy gray and white apprentice. A playful smirk crossed his face, and he jumped squarely on his back, sending him eating dust. A paw of the massive deputy was big almost as Seedpaw's head. He chuckled softly, lowering to whisper in his ear.
"This isn't a way to talk to your deputy and mentor, young one."
They were only playing, this scene was the same everyday. Milkstrike could feel Newtstar's amused gaze on them, another constant presence in their daily mock fight. Milkstrike did a  fake growl of anger.
"What do you say in your defense, puny apprentice?"
The young cat squeaked, he was actually a good actor.
"I apologize, my great mentor, for offending your huge ego!"
A fit of amused purrs escaped from Milkstrike's throat, as he let him go shaking his broad head.
"Huge ego hm? You offended me this time!" He grumbled giving Seedpaw a playful nudge, almost sending him rolling in the dust again. The apprentice laughed, shaking his fluffy fur, but with his claws dug in the rock to avoid losing his balance. The deputy looked down at the tom with fatherly affection.
"Returning to your question. " he said gently "we will do nighttime training this time, so no young one, no training for now. Why don't you go to your sister and sleep with her? She just returned from dawn patrol."
The deputy watched him squeak happily a thank you and run to his sleepy sister. Watching the two touch noses and purr, Milkstrike smiled slightly to himself.

"Those two are cute." said a female voice from behind him. Newtstar. The deputy turned and let out a soft purr, flicking  his leader's ear with his tail.
"True. I didn't know you had a thing for cuteness, my mighty leader" he joked, earning a glare from the sleek black she cat.
"Don't make fun of me, Milkstrike." she warned, her whiskers quivering in amusement "I can always strip you of your rank "
The wide shouldered tom only shook his head, purring and clearly enjoying joking with his leader.
"You wouldn't. What would you do without me helping you? You would go crazy. And anyway I'm too handsome to be demoted." he replied, causing chuckles from the cats around. The two cats with highest power in the Clan were two incorrigible jokesters. Everyone knew that. And as the two disappeared in the Cave of Sacrifice, Newtstar's den, still teasing each other playfully, every cat smiled.
It was a familiar, comforting sight for them.

Author's note: chapter one done! I hope you like it. I know it isn't full of action, but I wanted to show a bit of Clan life, and introduce a few characters. What do you think about them?
By the way, if I did mistakes please correct me, thank you so much!

The cat in the picture is Seedpaw anyway.