OOC : I deeply apologize about the format of this chapter. When typing it, I was planning for it to be in script format so when I animated it it was easier. However, I desided to post it on here so it would get the word out a bit more before animating it! Allegiances and Chapters 1 and 2 are coming soon ^^''
Blood and bodies are everywhere. A shot of grass with blood and a gray head lie with pale yellow eyes. It shoots to a dark brown tabby with amber eyes.
"I now start to wonder... Was this a good decision? To attack a clan for a pitiful reason? Because they merely were trying to survive?"
It flashes to white and shows the same cat, with less wounds and scars, facing a white tom with one green and one blue eye. Behind them are many cats. It then fades to white again and shows a battlefield, cats dropping. Then more cats come rushing in, at the head of it the other clan leaders. Then it turns black, and his face is shown again.
"Maybe I was wrong. And because I was wrong, so many have died and I thankfully got my clanmates out alive. I can't say the same for Breezeclan..."
He is interrupted by a brown tom with a white face and gold eyes.
"Cedarstar... I think you need to see this."
Cedarstar gets up, following the tom. They approach the corpse of the silver tom from before. His throat is torn out, and his face stuck in a look of shock.
Cedarstar breathes in in surprise, then closes his eyes. "My dearest deputy. I was hoping that you would become leader after my passing. Goodbye my friend, have safe travels to our ancestors in the sky."
The brown tom dips his head, then looks back at his leader. "We also found a she-cat. I think she might have been in the Tribe."
Cedarstar's head shot up, a serious look on his face. "Take me to her."
The brown tom leads Cedarstar to a silver tabby she-cat with amber eyes. She looks up in surprise, then hisses at the toms. "What do you want, you flea bag?!" She questioned, distrust in her tone.
Cedarstar stares at the she-cat. "Were you a member of the Tribe of Ash?"
The she-cat narrows her eyes. "Yes, I'm part of the tribe, one of it's generals to be exact. What's it to you? You gonna kill me like you did to Grimm?"
Cedarstar winced, and looked at his new deputy. Eagleclaw's gaze was wary. "What should we do with her?" He asked.
He returned his gaze to the she-cat. "Would you like to join Darkclan? We could heal your wounds and give you prey, but in return you must be loyal to myself and Eagleclaw."
The she-cat hesitated. "Very well. I'll join your little dump of a clan. You'll have to earn my trust though. Don't think I won't hesitate to kill you."
Cedarstar nodded, and went to the she-cats side. He helped her up, then looked at Eagleclaw. "Eagleclaw, you will be my new deputy."
Eagleclaw nods, and goes to the other side of the she-cat. They help her walk, and leave the clearing while cats are being taken back to their camps.
They walk into camp, and queens as well as elders join them. Worried, they begin to look around for loved ones. Other cats began pooling in, and soon, everyone was back in camp. In the center lay the bodies of those whom had died, including Birchfur, the old deputy.
Cedarstar sighs, sorrow flooding his gaze, as he helps the she-cat to the new medicine cats den. Blizzardleaf, who had only been made medicine cat the previous day, met him and Eagleclaw, taking Cedarstars place and led the molly into the den.
Cedarstar quickly lept up the stones as he did for every clan meeting. Those whom didn't go to battle crowded in the clearing, murmuring in worry. Some gasps erupted when they saw the corpses of two warriors and Birchfur. Ashpaw and Stormpaw, Birchfur's two kits who were close to the end of their training, cried out and rushed towards his body.
Cedarstar lifts his tail, and all but the sobbing of the kits stops. "Everyone." He calls out, his voice wavering with sorrow and exhaustion. "Though Birchfur, Sparrowclaw, and Willowtail have passed, they did not die pointless deaths."
He paused, took a breath, then continued. "During the fight, Birchfur was killed by the leader of the Tribe, so for this betrayal, when the other clans had left, we chased them out of our lands. However, there is one she-cat who was loyal to Darkclan. She is one of the generals of the Tribe, and is gravely wounded. Both Eagleclaw and I have decided to allow her to join. When she is better, we will give her her warrior name." He called, spotting no troublemakers disapproving of this choice. The cats below looked to one another with relief. They had lost three warriors and gained one in return.
"We won the war. Breezeclan was all but destroyed. Though the other clans came to assist, Breezeclan's Leader, Deputy, and Medicine Cat where slain!" His voice rang out, Shouts of pride and happiness raising above his own voice. "That is all." He mewed, jumping off the giant stone. He escaped the cats outside, going down the tunnel on the inside of the stones. Deep in was his den, and he fell onto his nest. Exhaustion racked his body, and his eyes fell closed.
His eyes shot open. Everything seemed to be bathed in white starlight. He looked around, startled.
"Cedarstar." A voice called to him. Cedarstar looked up in shocked, spotting an unfamiliar tom standing before him. His warm blue eyes were like pools of water, sorrow hidden deep within. "I have come to warn you of the future. When the peace seems to have come, Lightning will strike down the tree and thorns will envelop the forest." The tom finished, before padding away. Cedarstar lept to his paws, swaying in pain before rushing after him. "WAIT!" He called out, fear now present on his face. "What do you mean? Who are you?!" He asked, but the tom was already gone. He panted, his ears falling against his skull and eyes widening.
The scene goes black, and the opening plays.