Author's Note: Wooh! First fanfiction is up! Having been said, don't expect anything too amazing, but I can promise you that I'll do my best. So, here it is! For all of you who are wondering, yes, this is a fanfiction that was inspired by Berserkeroo's story Purr-gatory. And, for all those Kigo fans our there, yes, this is indeed a Kigo fanfic. So, enjoy, R&R and go have some pie!
Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all characters related to the series belong to The Walt Disney Company. Kim Possible was created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Warriors saga belongs to Erin Hunter and all associates. I do not own any of the original characters created by them. Any original cat or human characters created by me belong solely to me. All rights reserved.
The sky was littered with the mixing rays of gold and rose as the sun fell beneath the horizon. The creatures of the day scurried to their warm, soft dens, preparing for the coming of night. The land seemed eager to fall into its deep slumber, but the lean shadows in the trees told of something different. Sleek bodies weaved themselves through he sprawling roots of the trees, their pelts brushing against the brambles and bushes. Their eyes glistened as the last remains of the sunlight filled the sky. The trees began to thin as they continued on, leaving the creatures exposed to the world. As they padded forward, a large, shifting shadow lingered on the opposite edge of the clearing. Toms and she-cats of many pelts and colors stood there with bristling fur and unsheathed claws.
Before them all stood a lone tom. His shoulders were wide and heavy with muscles that matched the thick skull that rested upon them. His pelt held a splattering mix of brown and white patches with scars littering his form, telling the tales of many battles. His eyes shone with a brilliant blue that could match the beauty of the sea, but they held only a hard, bitter anger.
"Do you dare fight me and my warriors, Owlstar," he spat as the cats that came lurking from the trees stopped.
From the crowd of felines, a lean, smooth she-cat stepped out. Her pelt gleamed with a softness that only a she-cat could ever carry. Owlstar's frame appearec small and fragile when compared to the bulk of the tom that addressed her. Her deep green eyes were calm but glistened with a burning intensity of a leader. Her brown and tan speckled fur remained flat along her back, showing nothing of the anger that clawed just beneath her flesh.
"You know the agreement, Weaselstar," the she-cat answered, her voice level but firm. "This is Thunderclan territory. You no longer have any say regarding it."
A sharp hiss followed by protesting yowls erupted in response. "That agreement died when your grandfather did," Weaselstar snapped, the fur along his shoulders bristling in anger. "Times have changed. The twolegs are becoming bolder. My clan must survive and I'll do whatever it takes to do just that."
With cold, narrowed eyes, the tom's tail gave a sharp, jerky flick forward before the night came alive with yowls of battle. The cats lurched forward, meeting the warriors of Thunderclan in a flurry of hisses and yowls. Teeth broke flesh, claws tore fur, blood soaked pelts. The sounds of the battle rang through the night sky.
Teeth bared, stained with the red blood of her enemies, Owlstar made one final swipe at a Shadowclan tom. Her claws ripped open the flesh of his muzzle, sending him yowling and scrambling back to his clan's territory. The small she-cat watched him go in silence, her green eyes unfocused and almost unseeing of any one particular swarm of squirming, spitting fur.
"Owlstar, behind you," came an alarmed yowl before another form came tumbling down onto her own. Gasping for air, she felt her attacker's claws rake down the side of her dust colored pelt, small beads of blood gathering along the broken skin. Twisting her neck, her teeth sunk deeply into the thick fur of the larger tom. The repercussion was another assault of claws down her flank. Doing what she could to gather her thoughts, the she-cat jerked her lithe form to the side, rolling the two onto the ground. Thrashing about on her back, she smothered the warrior beneath her. The tabby spat at her sudden movements, his grip briefly loosening, giving her more than enough time. Squirming out of his grasp, she gave the tom nothing of a warning or opportunity to stand before she was on him.
Her teeth sunk into the deep muscle of his shoulder, her anger and determination driving her on. A series of furious hisses burst forth from the warrior as his paws blindly battered at the leader. Sinking her teeth in deeper until the metallic taste of blood stained her tongue, Owlstar shook her head from one side to the other, tearing the flesh further. A squeal of pain erupted from the young tom. The instant the she-cat's jaws released him he went stumbling back to his clan, wailing in pain and defeat.
"Shadowclan, retreat," came Weaselstar's yowl from somewhere within the battle. The warriors of the enemy clan were quick to shake themselves loose of their attackers, darting back into the muddied lands they resided in.
"This isn't over, Owlstar! Mark my words. We will take back what is rightfully ours," the tom spat through his matted, blood stained muzzle before running after his clan members. Hold her tail high, the Thunderclan leader watched the tom flee with his warriors. Once he was out of sight, Owlstar finally allowed her exhaustion to show through. Shoulders sagging, the brown she-cat turned to the brave warriors of her own clan. Her eyes carefully looked over each and every one.
"You have all fought with bravery and honor," she praised them. "But, I fear this dispute will not end so easily."
Carefully stepping up to stand before her warriors, ignoring the burning pain in her shoulder, Owlstar held her head high in a rather regal manner. "Patchfoot, I need you to gather as many warriors with only minor injuries to heavily mark the border."
"Of course, Owlstar," the tom meowed with a small nod of his head before turning away to gather a small patrol. "Everyone else is to return to camp and are to report to Sootthroat immediately." With a brief flick of her tail, the brown she-cat led the remaining of her injured warriors to the camp.
"You have to be more careful, Owlstar," a dark grey tom scolded the leader as he pressed a pulpy clump of chewed leaves against the open gash in her shoulder. Her ears twitched back as the juices from the plant stung at the wound, but she gave no other obvious sign of her discomfort.
"I can't just sit back and allow my clan to fight for me," she replied, her deep green eyes staring at the aging tom. "I still have plenty of lives to give, Sootthroat." A soft chuckle slipped through the Thunderclan's medicine cat as he lightly shook his head. "Ah, you've never changed from that young kit I remember."
His soft words brought a flickering sense of comfort to the she-cat, purring softly. But, her purr gradually fell silent as she lowered her gaze to the smooth earth beneath her. "…It worries me, Sootthroat," Owlstar began in a quiet, hesitant voice. "Weaselstar isn't going to stop until he gets that clearing or dies trying. And, that's not even touching the trouble with the other clans."
Her ears flattened back against her skull, her tail weakly slumping onto the ground beside her. "The Warrior Code can only do so much…but it's falling apart just with everything else."
Lost in her own world of worry and uncertainty, Owlstar jumped as she felt the older tom briskly lick at her ear. "I know. I know," he soothed. "Even the companionship between the clans' medicine cats have become tense and brittle. But, sometimes, things must get worse before they get better." The she-cat's deep green orbs carefully watched Sootthroat before giving a soft, almost inaudible sigh.
"Perhaps…has Starclan told you anything more," she finally inquired. Her shoulders slumped as the tom shook his head, disappointment trembling through her being. "No, they have been silent to me," he explained with a small frown. "But, they cannot always explain their words to us."
"Yes…Yes, I suppose you are right," she sighed, her tail curling around her paws. "What was it again?"
"In our darkest days, the Moon and Sun shall heal the land."
A/N:So, there it is! Not exceedingly long or anything, but it is only the prologue. -shrugs- Anyways, I know, no Kigo action or anything of the sorts. But, it will come...eventually. Never fun if there's no drama before it all, right? I will be putting up Chapter 1 in a few days, but don't get use to such fast updates! It's only because I've already had these two written out on paper. That will not usually happen and I can not guarantee anything. But, I can promise an update at least every week. For now at least. That is subject to change so don't go on a rage if it does. Lol Adios! -poofs in cloud of purple smoke and sparkles-