Hola everyone! I warn you, this is a Warriors-Yugioh crossover fic, so if you don't know the basics about the warriors books, you may want to find out about them before you read this. To be brief, they are cats living in a shared stretch of rural area. There are four clans, Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan. No clan can hunt in each other's territory. Queen means pregnant cat/mother, and I think everything else should be easy to guess XD
THISISALINEDAMMIT
The forest is a dangerous place. Secrets hide in the shadows of leaves.
And no cat can run fast enough.
DAMMITWHYAREN'TTHEYLINEBREAKERSWORKING
He woke up gasping. Yet another night of seeing things flit in and out of the shadows, eyes watching him from every spot as the sound of the flooding river crashed behind him.
Drip.
A droplet of cold water landing right in the middle of his snowy head.
'Well no wonder I was dreaming about floods, it's raining! Gosh, to a Windclan cat, one drop might seem like the whole river!'
The snowy white cat got out of his nest, stretching softly. His long tail lightly brushed against the cool stone wall of the medicine cat's den. Making his trek out into the cold rain, the tom ran for the nearest bush to hide under. A gray she cat greeted him with a flick of the tail. "Hello Ryou!"
The cat smiled back with shining chocolate eyes. "Hello, Miho."
Miho gestured to her rabbit, licking her lips of the taste of prey. "Would you like some rabbit?"
Ryou shrugged, not exactly partial to the rabbit that were bountiful in his grassy territory. "No thanks. I'm going to go grab a sparrow."
The gray cat gave him a pouty look, but Ryou forced himself to ignore it and turn away, heading back through the rain to the fresh kill pile. As medicine cat apprentice, he could never take a mate or have kits. Not that he really wanted Miho as a mate…she was a nice cat, but didn't appeal to him, and was much to vain to be a very good queen.
As soon as Ryou picked a dry bird out of the slightly soggy pile, an echo rang out around the camp. "Windclan hunters, gather under the Windy Cliff!"
In the center of the camp, on the high ledge of a rocky cliff, a thin silver cat stood, head raised high. As the leader of Windclan, and his own uncle, Ryou automatically recognized the wary look in Pegasus's eyes. Behind him, his mentor Zigfreid stood with an equally worried expression.
The rest of the clan was slowly coming out of their dens into the drizzle, thin, lean cats clustering around the cliff. Pegasus observed them slowly before he began.
"Warriors and Queens, our medicine cat has had a dream from Starclan!" the silver cat bellowed. Cats under him exchanged glances and hushed whispers as their leader paused.
Ryou's eyes widened. Had his mentor had the same dream as he did?
"Zigfreid has informed me of a dream of the forest, with eyes watching, and the river flooding in a horrible storm! We've come to the conclusion that the dream is not one of the elements, but one of the other clans! With out dispute over the gully by the river last Greenleaf, Riverclan still may find reason to attack us! We must be on the look out for any of their hunters, and take caution ourselves when hunting." Pegasus turned tail, lowering his head slightly as he sighed. "This meeting is over. Please return to your duties."
As the rest of his clan dispersed, Ryou tentatively snuck up to the leader's place of announcement. The sleek, thin cats sliding around the young, snowy cat made him feel so out of place. His body was curved and plump and sturdy, unlike the sharp, angular frames of his clanmates.
"Uhm…Zigfreid? Pegasus?"
The two toms turned to him. "Yes, Ryou? What is wrong, young one?"
The snowy tom scuffed his paws on the sandy ground as his reddish mentor looked at him with his narrow silver eyes. "I uh…I shared your dream, last night…I don't doubt your communications with Starclan, but what could the eyes in the forest mean? Don't you think-"
"I can't know that yet, Ryou." Zigfreid sighed. His tail twitched irritably. "Starclan will reveal it in time, trust me." The light red medicine cat stalked off, leaving Ryou to flatten his ears in embarrassment.
"Don't take it to heart, Ryou." From behind him, Pegasus lightly brushed his shoulder. The older cat's eyes narrowed against the sun peaking through the clouds. "Zigfreid is just feeling the affects of an aging cat- as if he didn't act like enough of an elder when he was young." The leader flicked his tail softly, beckoning to his deputy from across the camp. As the lithe brown cat trotted forward, Pegasus nuzzled Ryou away softly. "Just take some time to gather some herbs, get yourself out of the camp for a little."
The sandy entrance to the camp was wet from the passed rain, making the rocky grains stick to his white paws. Letting out a growl, the tom cat bounded away, past the training apprentices and onto the moor. He did not slow, only got faster until finally, his paws slipped in the mud. What Ryou didn't notice, is that when he slid, he was nearly on the edge of the gorge. As he fought to stand up in the mud, the crack of rock resounded around the open moor. Before he could do a thing, the ground dropped out from under him, plunging him into the raging waters below.
FUCKINGLINE.
"Dammit, Akefia!"
The white cat shook his fur of the leaves caught in it, water shaking easily from his slick pelt. At his left, a burly tom laughed past the fallen branch in his mouth used to push his friend in the river.
"Oh give it up Bakura, you're the worst at catching fish in the clan!"
"Who cares?" The smaller tom spat. "I'm good at catching enemy cats, like you!" He launched himself at the bigger warrior, bowling him over with a speedy pounce. Just as he was about to swipe the smug grin right off Akefia's face, there was a crash, the sound of large rocks plunging into water.
And a cat's yowl.
"Akefia, did you hear that?"
The red, brown and white cat's ears perked. "Yeah! It sounded like the edge of the gorge collapsed." Akefia wriggled out from under the snowy white cat, bounding forward. Bakura followed in quick second, easily catching up as they reached the falls.
Floating in the rapids among chunks of loose soil and was a snowy white cat. Akefia growled. "That Windclan cat is going to drown!"
And they both knew just who that Windclan cat was. Ryou, the young medicine cat.
It didn't even take a second thought when Bakura made his decision. "Akefia, come on!" He threw himself off the edge. The rough rapids hit him hard, and even a Riverclan cat would have a difficult time swimming through the current. Bakura's throat clenched as Ryou got closer to the edge of the waterfall. He paddled his paws harder, grabbing on to Ryou's scruff just in time to topple over the falls with him. For a moment that felt like a whole moon, they were suspended in air, before they hit the surface of the water, hard. The initial shock forced Bakura to let go of the snowy Windclan cat. He vaguely heard Akefia's yowl from the bank of the river as he fought to keep his head underwater.
'Oh Starclan, I've lost sight of Ryou!'
The current grew more calm as he went, flailing in the water to find the smaller white cat. Support beams from the wooden Twoleg bridge gave him a surface to dig his claws into. Just ahead of him, Akefia was dragging a limp white body out of the water.
The Windclan medicine cat had been saved.
RAWRI'MASPORK. (line)
Waterlogged and tired, Bakura and Akefia trekked back to the camp in the middle of the island. Their leader had already gotten his warriors to gather up the snowy Windclanner and rush him to the medicine cat's den.
"That was a close one, Bakura." Sighed Akefia. He flicked his damp tail across Bakura's shoulder. "But you know we have to stay away from him…We can't have anyone finding out our connection to him."
They were greeted with joyous yowls as soon as they got in the camp. A blue-white cat, sleek and proud, stood ahead of them. His deep voice purred. "Very good thinking, my warriors. Capturing Windclan's young medicine cat apprentice will put them in our debt."
Akefia bowed his head. "Any good warrior would have took the opportunity for the good of his clan, Dartz. Has someone been sent to alert Pegasus of Ryou's arrival?"
"Of course. Go rest- you're heroes among your clanmates- maybe that will help you catch a couple of she cats." Dartz walked off, luckily taking that disgusting smirk that bothered Bakura so much with him. He was left with the narrow eyes of his deputy Raphael, before the yellow cat turned away.
The smaller warrior cautiously poked his head into the woven entrance of the medicine cat's den. The young Windclan cat lay peacefully in a mossy nest, the little apprentice fussing over him as she chewed up borage leaves. Bakura rolled his eyes and stalked off into the warriors den where his brother already lay, licking his pelt clean. His nest next to Akefia's was decorated with black and blood red rocks, and one in the middle that glittered even more than the Moonstone, in vibrant colors of green and dripping blood. He lay his head on his paws, staring at it until his eyes slowly drooped.
Strange scents filled his nose. Riverclan? Was this another dream? The rain must have started again, because his snowy pelt was once again wet. He could remember the sensation of drowning…
Ryou's eyes shot open. His surroundings were unfamiliar. As soon as he tried to get up, a light paw on his back stopped him. He turned to see a young brown tabby, forest green eyes looking widely back at him.
"Please, stay still! You fell of the edge of the gorge. You're in Riverclan territory, but it's okay."
"Maple? Is he awake?"
Ryou melted at the sound of a familiar voice. From his trips to the Moonstone every quarter moon, he came to know this deep she cat voice. "Mai?"
The pale she cat stepped out of her storage area, talking past a bundle of leaf-wrapped yarrow. "Hello Ryou. You took quite a spill there. You're lucky Akefia and Bakura were able to get their paws on you before Starclan could."
Akefia? Who was-
"Eep!" Ryou fell back in his nest as his searching brought him face to face with a huge, fluffy tom. He smirked in amusement. Across his left eye, the was a scar, merging with two others under it.
"You sound quite like a squirrel, Windclan kit." The big tom purred. Mai cuffed his ears as she bound over, puffing out her fluffy chest.
"Akefia, get out of my den unless you want a nice bit of yarrow spread on your fish while you're not looking!" She growled haughtily.
"Dartz sent me." The cat, evidently named Akefia, spat back in a-matter-of-fact tone. "We can't trust someone from Windclan, even if he's your little buddy."
Her ears flattened against her head, Mia whirled around. "Fine! While you're here, you can go help Maple change Alister's bedding!"
"It doesn't need changed!" Growled another Riverclan cat. Ryou turned to see a red cat laying in a nest a couple foxlengths away from him, cobwebs covering a wound on his white belly. Akefia growled.
"Oh shut up and move your kittypet rump!"
Frustrated, Ryou laid his head down, trying hard to block everything out. Hopefully, Pegasus would be here soon to take him back to camp.
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Wind rustled through the marshes, carrying a slight warmth with it as a promise of greenleaf after the harsh leafbare. Breathing slowed as his prey crept nearer, following the littering of plants across the swampy ground. In an instant, mud went flying as he propelled himself towards his prey. The squirrel didn't make it a pawstep before he dug his fangs into it's neck, ending it's life swiftly.
A streak of yellow made him look up. Only two cats in Shadowclan had yellow pelts…
The strong scent of Malik came just before the cat was behind him.
"Good catch, Rishid."
The tabby shrugged, dropping the squirrel on a dry patch of ground. "It wasn't that great, Malik-sama." He winced as Malik passed, the yellow cat purposefully brushing his tail across the surface of his scars.
"But you've already caught half the clan's prey today." The sunny-coated tom shook his head. "Some of these cats are so lazy, Rishid…and yet they wonder why I get so much attention from our leader. "
"They are jealous of you, Malik-sama…They don't deserve it like you do, yet they yearn for it." murmured Rishid quietly. From the beginning, he learned when to act like Malik's brother, and when to act like Malik's slave. He wasn't sure which one was true and which one was the lie anymore.
The blonde cat smiled. "Good you understand, my brother. Now come, Zorc is calling for us back at camp."
"Why?" Rishid asked curiously.
"Because," Malik purred. "The deputy was found dead. He's already picking the next one."
IMBOUTTIREDATHISSHIZZNAT. LIIIIIINE!
Hope you guys enjoy ;D
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