A Warriors Fanfiction

Lonestar's Past

A/N:

Okay. This is the first fanfic that I am posting. As a new writer I would very much like your feed-back, whether it be good or bad. Okay? Good. I hope you guys like it. This isn't an one-shot. I will keep writing this, I've already wrote three chapters, prologue included.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, but I do own my and if you were to steal my , well, it wouldn't be a happy scene. This disclaimer applies to any chapters that follow this chapter, because I really can't be bothered copying this out every single chapter, I mean, it's an utter waste of time! But then again, I might just have a disclaimer every three chapters or so, just renew it.

Here it is. The prologue for my first fanfic. Enjoy.

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The she-cat padded out of two-leg place, the moonlight glowing on her pure white pelt. She paused before slinking onward, into the grassy field. As she walked she went over the last few moons. She remembered the nights she had spent with Vineheart, the SkyClan warrior.

They'd meet on a frosty night with Silverpelt glittering overhead. she had been hunting a rabbit, sneaking up on it claws unsheathed, she went in and delivered the kill-bite before it had even noticed her. Back then she had been hunting for two ... then her sister went off to become a kittypet.

A rumbling meow had sounded behind her.

"What are you doing with SkyClan prey!" It hissed.

She whirled around, ready for a fight. Her senses melted with a feeling she couldn't understand. A roaring fire had awoke a the mere, yet magnificent, sight of him. She later realized this feeling was unmistakable, unjustifiable and unstoppable, true and pure love. Confusion raked her brains as she struggled to cope with the disconcerting wave of emotion. His deep blue eyes glittered as he evaluated the situation, ready to fight if he had to. His long, glossy fur rippled as he moved creating the illusion of water. He stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the light, reveling the ginger patches that riddled his white pelt.

The next memory that flitted through her brain was of the night she learnt she was expecting kits.

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Some moons had passed since she had first meet Vineheart. A quarter moon since her sister, Dotts, as she now called herself, had left to become a kitty-pet. She was so scared...afraid someone might uncover their secret. She went strait to the border of SkyClan territory until Vineheart came ambling along with his fellow border patrol member's and his and his new apprentice. Vineheart's eyes flashed with worry when he scented her. When the rest of the patrol was ready to leave he meowed calmly

"Go ahead. I'll catch up later."

His apprentice flicked her ears questionably but nodded and raced to join the others.

She watched as the apprentice conveyed his message to the leader of the patrol, who looked back and raised his chin confused, but as Vineheart nodded, showing he'd be fine, he continued walking. They watched them round the corner before she leaping from the branch she was perching on.

"What are you doing here!" He hissed. Tail swishing ominously.

Looking at the ground she muttered, "Don't be angry I-I need to tell you something." in a timid voice. She could remember his face when she explained, a peculiar mix between joy and worry.

"Well", he said, "this just proves it."

"Proves what?!" She exclaimed.

He hesitated before answering."That you should join SkyClan. I've been thinking that now that Briar-"

"I don't know anyone called Brair!" She interrupted sharply.

"You can't go on pretending she doesn't exist!" He shot back.

"I think you are referring to that kitty-pet piece of scum known as Dotts!"

"She's your sister!" He replied incredulously.

"She stopped being my sister as soon as she befriended Casper. Who, as a matter of fact, is the father of her unborn kits!" She exploded.

"Fine, now that Dotts is a kitty-pet you have no-cat to look after you. You'd be safer in SkyClan." He reasoned.

The memory of the last hour or so flashed into her mind before she could stop it.

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She was sneaking through two-leg place. 'Vineheart was right,' she thought, 'I can't ignore my sister forever.' She sprung from the fence she was balancing on. A black and brown tabby she-cat greeted her.

"Hi Sis, how are you? I was thinking I'd never see you again!" There was a purr in her soft meow.

"I'm fine." The white queen replied. "How's Casper?"

Dotts blinked in shock."I thought you don't like Casper?"

The white she-cat's eyes flashed dangerously, clearly sending a silent message.'I don't like Casper, and I probably never will' Out loud she said, "Now is the time to set our differences aside, now that you're expecting kit's."

Dotts blue eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you're okay?"

It was her turn to blink. "Yes," She said slowly, "I'm fine."

Dotts let out a long sigh she licked her lip's before continuing. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this..." Her voice dwindled off.

"Tell me what?" She prompted. She watched on, curiously, as Dotts took a deep breath.

"It's about Vineheart..."

"What about him?" She probed gently.

The black tabby shifted her paws uncomfortably sending her brown stripes rippling."He..." Her voice broke. "He ... He's" Dotts swallowed hard. "He's dead."

That was all she could remember before blacking out.

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The pungent, musky scent of mouse brought her back to the present. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She'd always been good at tracking, but it wasn't the mouse she was trying to find. She hadn't noticed she'd crossed the border until the scents SkyClan cats almost over-powered her. Vinehearts words made sense now she would be safer in the clan and she wanted their kit's to follow their noble father's paw-steps. As she walked along the scent trail she let her mind to wonder. Suddenly she was thinking of kit names.

"Vinekit."She whispered to the night air. "Or Scaymorkit."A lump formed in her throat as she meowed quietly. "Perhaps even Brairkit."

Sharp scents jerked her from her thoughts. SkyClan! She almost cried in relief. She peered over the edge of the gorge. A surge of coldness swept over her like a wave from the sun-drown place, where she used to live with her mother, Twilight. She scanned the gorge again. 'Surely there isn't nobody!' She thought urgently. There! A queen looking after three bouncing kit's, almost old enough to be apprenticed. 'But where are warriors?' Panic tightened in her throat. She scanned the perimeter of the gorge. Then she lifted her gaze and saw them all sitting on a flat rock that was higher than the grassy field bellow. A strong brown tom sat on a slab of stone serving as a platform. A contraction raked her body. One thought raced through her mind:

'The kits are coming!'

She raced towards the clan that huddled together listening rapturously to their leader, Sharpstar. As she ran she noticed another cat had replaced Sharpstar, a golden tabby she-cat. She assumed it was Finchwing, the new medicine cat. She tore past clumps of bracken and through patches of brambles that grasped at her paws as she flew over them. She was close enough to hear what they were saying. "I have decided that some-cat must continue Heatpaw's training, as Vineheart's death has left her mentor-less, therefore I appoint Lightear as her new mentor. Lightear step forward." She assumed Sharpstar was talking again. She sprang onto the rock a murmur swept through the clan as she croaked."Help me" saw the blurry gold pelt of Finchwing parting the gathering cats as she rushed forward. The blurred pelts swam infront of her eyes, merging into one cat. She gasped as she recognized the ginger and white pelt, that shone as though it held the light of the stars. Her final words bloomed in the night air.

"I believe... I believe in StarClan." Ever so slowly, as new life forced it's way into the world, her own life slipped away into the stars.

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A/N:

There you have it folks, the beginning of Lonestar's Past. That's it from me, for now. I'll update it next week. Oh, and please remember to review!

Thanks for reading!

Willowspring(1)