Warrior cats
Omen of the stars
A clan emerges
Prologue
A big group of cats roamed carefully and fearfully threw unknown land, and every so often the bushes quivered or a howling noise would appear in the distance. Scaring in particular, a young black cat with green eyes like emeralds which were lit with terror, and a white spot on his chest. "Stop that jumping, you look like your being stalked by a fox!" a white furred (although in the darkness looked like gray) cat turned around and hissed at him.
"Sorry" the black cat mumbled.
Moving further on in to the unknown forest the cats came to a cave, looking gloomy and bleak. The black tom cat hoped they wouldn't have to stay in there. The leader of the group, a tall muscular, reddish color tom with icy blue eyes, massive paws the size of the little black cat's head and amazingly pointy ears halted at the front of the cave and gave it a curious sniff. His mate padded up to him and said in a terrified whisper, "we can't possibly stay in there; anything could be hiding, foxes, baggers, all sorts"
A murmur of unease rippled thru the group of cats realizing that this is probably likely. Just as the leader was about to speak, three small kits scurried up to them, the biggest one a tom looking just like his mother, with a sandy pelt but darker, yet he had inherited his father's icy eyes. And the next biggest one, a she-cat, looked like her father with the reddish pelt and the cool, icy gaze. However the smallest kit of all was a bashe tom with darker sploges, only inheriting his mother's brilliant yellowish eyes. "It's safe" the leader announced in a calm voice "I can't smell a thing" he continued and padded in.
His mate still looked unsure but went in anyway, her kits following behind her. The rest of the group followed in after. The terrified black cat's heart sunk when it was his turn to go in, taking a deep breath he slowly entered and soon realized he was walking next to his friend, a leopard like, lean tom. "I don't like it in hear" the black cat whispered.
"Honestly, you're scared of everything, at least it gives us a place to sleep, maybe not the best of places but it will be fun" the gray tom replied.
Hurt at being teased, the black cat just gave him a glare and carried on threw the tunneled cave. Soon they came to a small cavern with a river running through it, and a hole in the roof to let the light of the moon in. Everyone was settling down for the night but first the black cat scurried over to where the river was and gulped down some mouthfuls of cold water. Before settling down next to his leopard friend. Looking around him, he could hear the yawning and snoring of many cats. The gloom of the darkness still scared the dark cat and he felt like someone or something was watching him.
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