So, hey guys, I'm out with another story! I think it's a pretty cool idea, but honestly I'm not entirely sure how to go about it. So let me know what you think; advice is always appreciated and acknowledged!
(Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or anything quoted in this story).
"Man's becoming more corrupt now, godless, wicked, and cruel. The soulless man stood silenced, Mary's words rang so true."
-The Wicked End, Avenged Sevenfold
Prologue:
Metallic rain pattered onto the cobblestone streets of the city. streetlamps glowed in the darkness. The roads were empty and silent, for who would he rude enough to drive a carriage through the streets of London in the middle of the night?
A single cat sat in silence, alone. Mud ran off his fur in streams as the rain hit him, and a puddle was starting to form around his paws. Regardless of the rainfall, he sat still.
When a black cat half his size came up to him, he barely looked up, those light blue eyes not losing their complete disinterest of the world around him.
"Drake," the small cat said. His voice was quiet as a snake's hiss, but sharp enough to call attention to himself.
"Father." The other cat's voice was rather coarse. "What brings you here?"
The black cat ignored the question and asked one of his own.
"How have you been doing, Drake?"
"Oh, very fine. Just amazing." Drake rolled his eyes. "Just fucking fine," he mumbled one last time.
The black cat sighed. "Sooner or later, you'll have to get over her."
Drake kind of snarled, but said nothing.
"Look, Drake. I need you ready to fight. Are you?"
"Always," Drake growled through gritted teeth. His claws unsheathed against the black stone.
The small cat nodded and raised a white paw to his tongue. "Good."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because the moment of opportunity we've been waiting for is here," the black cat answered. Drake's eyes sparked, and it was the first time in the conversation he looked straight at his father. "We attack in three days," the black cat finished.
Drake nodded, and his returned his gaze to his rippling reflection in the puddle.
A long pause followed, until the small cat sighed.
"You should get some rest, Drake," he said, and walked away.
A growl rumbled in the back of Drake's throat after he was gone. Of course he was ready to fight, especially if it was against those goddamn Clan Cats. Especially if he got to kill that little bastard, Fireheart, for murdering his mate.