Sormfur the warrior

Stormfur was always a curious kit, but RiverClan disapproved of his want to explore twoleg nests. His apprenticeship was delayed because his leader didn't trust him. when he was 8 moons old, his mother finally talked some sense into the leader and Stormkit became Stormpaw.

Stormpaw's love for twolegs and their nests didn't stop. He often ventured to the twoleg nests while "going hunting"(he lied to his mentor saying he hunted better alone). Eventually, his leader learned about this and banned him from exiting camp alone.

Stormpaw sulked around camp for a few days, longing to visit twolegplace. His mentor allowed him to be on a border patrol. Finally, outside camp grounds, Stormpaw raced to figure out a way to stray from the group to visit twolegs, then return before they even noticed he was gone. As the group walked to a stream to hunt fish, Stormpaw crawled away in the direction of twolegplace. Where he thought twolegplace was, he accidentally trespassed into ThunderClan. Guess he didn't know the way. Stormpaw tried to find his way to the twolegplace for moons.

When he was about 11 moons old, he decided to return to camp. He returned safely, leaping on the stepping stones. The smell of sickness and death filled his senses. His belly sank as he imagined the worst. When he got the view of the camp, he saw that his worst fears had come true. Almost everyone in camp was dead. The few living cats were violently ill, and the medicine cat was dead, so it was only a matter of time before the living cats joined the dead. Among the corpses was his mother.

Stormpaw ran. He didn't know where, but he ran. Tears ran like him along his cheeks until he smelled the familiar scent of twolegs. Right in from of him was a twoleg nest with chattering arising from inside. Stormpaw scratched on the door and called out, answered by a twoleg. The twoleg made a soft, almost cat-like cooing noise and let him in. The second twoleg set out a bowl of food for him. Stormpaw sent a prayer to StarClan and his now-dead leader. "Starclan forgive me, I am going to resort to the soft life of a kittypet. There is nowhere else for me to turn. As a thank-you for guiding me, I shall keep a warrior name. What will you call me, StarClan?" Stormpaw waited patiently for an answer, and then something unearthly whispered in his mind: "Stormpaw, you shall never join the Clans again if you choose this life. But it is your choice. Your warrior name as long as you shall live will be...Stormfur."

Oh my god, this is AWESOME

As a kit, Stormfur’s clan had been inching closer and closer to the Two-Leg place due to pushback from a nearby summer-retreat hotel being built. Stormkit, ever curious, frequently visited the two-leg hotel, even making friends with a few rouges living in the hotel’s irrigation system. When the leader found out about this, however, let’s just say he was less than pleased. Stormkit’s apprenticeship got delayed, and delayed, aaaand delayed until he was about 8 moons old and it made no sense for him to be considered a kit any longer.
Stormkit, now finally Stormpaw, was still as adventurous as ever, and now frequented trips with trouble (quite literally, seeing as one of the rouges he’d stayed friends with had been unofficially named ‘Trouble’ by the clans). Fortunately for Stormpaw, and unfortunately for the clans, Stormpaw’s mentor actually allowed (if not encouraged) the Tom to continue toeing the line.
After a particularly bad storm, Stormpaw was on a hunting patrol (without his mentor) when he’d heard some cat seemingly in distress. Following the sounds, he saw Trouble getting swept down a river. Without a second thought, he flung himself into the water and began to pull the rouge out. Unfortunately, neither cat was heavy nor strong enough to swim out of the current and both cats found themselves in the middle of the town’s sewer system. Trouble managed to get them out, but didn’t anticipate any two legs being out at night and got snatched by a little girl. Stormpaw, now alone, found his way to a two leg nest and slept under their porch. The next day, however, he decided to try his luck and scratched on the door. He was then rescued by the kind two legs inside and spent the rest of his days there happily

Hope this is good! The hotel part is inspired by a trip I just took where the hotel had all these stray cats walking around the island