Another new story:) This one's about wolves and their version of warriors. You'll find it's quite the opposite…
A/N: This fanfic is also written by Falconclaw of Mountainclan, so we will take turns in writing the chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Erin Hunter's Warriors.
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Prologue
Dusk glared at his mate with angry, furious eyes. Before him lay the body of his fallen comrade, Shiver. A gaping hole was slashed down the grey wolve's throat, and red blood flowed freely from the wound. "Why?" he whispered, sticking his muzzle against the blood-soaked fur. "Why?" He growled, letting his anger leak into his words. Dawn, his beautiful, bronze-eyed mate, let a smile play on her lips. Her jaws were also soaked with blood, and Dusk knew it was Shiver's.
"Why?" she barked, mocking him, "Why, you ask? Well, the foul fiend decided to bring Blossom a rabbit before me. Before!" She repeated, a deep growl rising in her chest. Dusk bared his teeth at Dawn. He had never wanted her as his mate, but when he was born his mother's closest friend had had her, so they had been chosen as the arranged pair. Blossom would have been a much better choice, but his mother had hated her mother. Fate didn't like Dusk.
"Dawn, I swear to Sky Song that if you kill one more of my pack I will personally kill you. I mean it." He threatened and for a moment her bronze eyes flicked with fear.
"Dusk, you wouldn't do that. You couldn't do that! I'm your mate. Forever." She added with a malicious grin, before turning away into the darkness. Dusk glared at Shiver's body.
"Try me."
Very short [not much more than a paragraph, really] but I promise the next ones will be longer-and better too! Please review!
~Jaffa Maze & Falconclaw