Ashfur moved through the bushes and along the edge of the lake. The grey tom wasn't sure where he was going, but his paws where taking him where they willed, and quite frankly, he just didn't care enough to control them.
Everything had been going so right. He and Whitewing had been hunting, alone, and together. He had been so happy and it had been so wonderful, until he had showed up. Brambleclaw. He had narrowed his eyes at Ashfur as soon as he saw him, and he had ordered him to go do some mundane task that Ashfur hadn't even heard because the blood had been pounding in his ears out of embarrassment and anger. He hated when Brambleclaw did that; when he ordered him around in front of Whitewing just to show that he was more powerful then Ashfur. He already had Squirrelflight, so why did he need to show off so much around the only other she-cat that Ashfur loved?
Ashfur sighed, his claws flexing every now and then at the memory. He hated Brambleclaw so much. Why was one cat so bent on making his life miserable and lonely? He didn't know, sometimes he wished he did though.
As he moved through another line of underbrush he realized that he was coming up on horseplace; he could tell by the smell. How could he have walked all the way to WindClan territory without even noticing? He shook his head, right now, he didn't care if all of WindClan found him and attacked him. He was just so tired now.
His paws were weary from walking for so long, even though he hadn't seemed to notice the time. He flicked his grey tail and he scanned the nearest area for a place to rest, and more than likely sleep for the night. He decided that it would be better to sleep nearest the horseplace, because that wasn't "technically" WindClan territory.
He moved closer to the back corner of the fence line, where an "L" shaped barn was. He could sleep just inside the fence, next to the wall of that building.
His paws made nary a sound as he drew closer to it, and the sunset sky cast a warm orange shade over the metallic service of the barn. His eyes were light and his step grew brisk at the promise of a rest and he laid down when he had slipped under the fence. He curled up into a ball, facing in, towards the grassy clearing, and he allowed his weariness to take its toll and he felt his eyelids grow heavy and his fur began to relax, as did the rest of his body. His eyes had just begun to close, and his head had begun to dip, when a thunder like a million rains at once sounded like it was all around him.
He jumped to his paws, his chest heaving and his claws fully extended, he looked around madly. His eyes were wider than full moons, all signs of weariness gone. Then, he saw what was causing the noise. He titled his head up and was looking into the large, yet surprisingly elegant, face of a white horse.
He froze.
What was he going to do? Surely, this would be the end of him! He would be dead as soon as this blood-thirsty beast thundered on his small body, crushing all the life out of him. So, imagine his surprise,
when the white beast lowered it's head so that he could stare directly into it's eyes, and said, "Hello?" in a most unusual voice with an alluring accent.
Ashfur was now in more shock then before. He didn't know what to think. His whole world had been flipped upside down. A horse! A horse was talking to him! The next thing Ashfur knew was darkness, as he fell into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
A/N: Sorry for such a short first chapter, but I just wanted to get this up, to see if anyone was interested. Please reviewI'm begging you to review! if you'd like to see more, or if you just think it's worth continuing. Thank you!