Prologue
Moonlight shone down from StarClan, its beams shining brightly from the clear, uncovered sky. Shadows from the full moon made gray shadows from the oak and pine trees surrounding the large clearing. Birdsong pierced the silent night air, the cool breeze making the leaves sway gently from side to side. Pawsteps then added to the silence, the soft plodding of feet crushing the crisp leaf-fall leaves.
Three of the cats made their way up the thick trunks of a fallen tree. One of them glanced at the other two cats nervously, his tail-tip visibly twitching. Sure enough, one of the cats gazed back at him, curiously, her pale amber eyes narrowing. However, she made no move to challenge the tom, and went back to staring down at the clearing.
Cats of the Clans started to mingle with other cats, their delighted meows of greeting filling up the air. It was all silenced as the other cat of the three yowled loudly. "Let the Clans gather!"
The she-cat quickly opened her jaws to speak, her voice ringing in the frosty air. "Prey is running well at this time of the year in PineClan," she meowed. Her eyes darted around the clearing. "So well that an eagle had attacked. However, two of our brave apprentices had helped taking it down, earning them their warrior names: Stoneshade and Frostbird."
It was obvious to spot the two young warriors, as they both stood up proudly as the Clans chanted their names. Their eyes sparkled in pride, but any cat can see the wounds the eagle gave them.
"Otherwise, PineClan has nothing more to report," she finished with a flick of her black tail.
The other, more confident and experienced cat nodded once to the other. Go first. Why are you here instead of Shellstar? His firm gaze seemed to say.
The younger tom looked around the clearing for a moment, his Clanmates murmuring anxiously among themselves. "Well... Shellstar had, unfortunately, been captured by Twolegs, he meowed, his ears starting to flatten. The cats below started to mutter louder, while the other two leaders flashed him a glance of horror.
"Are you sure he was?" A cat from the crowd yowled, her neck fur seeming to quiver.
The tom only nodded in reply, casting sorrowful looks at his Clanmates.
Up above, a wisp of cloud formed in the sky, and the direction of the breeze meant that it may cast over the moon.
"Do you think the Twolegs will capture more of our warriors?" The she-cat demanded, and held her head high.
"No, Hawkstar," the tom replied. As if Twolegs would even venture in PineClan. They can't survive a day in the mountains! "Shellstar will be missed by all of us."
I'm sorry this is short. I promise to make it longer in the later chapters.