Full Story Summary: Lily's a young kitten whose home lands are being taken away by a bloody caln of dogs. She and her brother are orphans raised by the gentle giant Siberan Tiger, Raja. Raja, also known as Grandfather to the other clan cats, sees things in Lily's future that he wishes he had never seen. He begins to wonder if this young little kit will turn out to be everything he didn't want her to be. And where will this leave her completly opposite brother, Shade?
A/N: We (Snarly and I), relieze that this is almost nothing like the Warriors books. But that is where we got our inspiration from. Snarly basically did all the discriptions, because she's awesome at that. I'm basically the rough drafter and diolouger. Yes, we both relize that our story is completly fictional, but we love it anyway. And yes, we do know that tigers don't have magical powers and cats can't really fly.Or talk, for that matter.
Prologue
Lily paced her cell with one thought in mind. Freedom. The word tasted sweet yet sour, on her tongue. She wanted desperately to escape, but even if she managed, where would she go? Heaven, was the only home she'd ever known, and she had been exiled for a crime she did not commit-murder.
She shook her head furiously and held back a snarl. That word tasted of blood and secrecy, and sounded like the battle cry of the Guardians of the Gate. How had she gotten into this mess? Even she wasn't sure.
Lily stretched her large wings and yawned. She hadn't slept in two suns; since the night of the trial. She swallowed down a sob. How could her brother do that to her? His own flesh and blood?
She jumped as she heard a howl of the wind slamming itself relentlessly against her hollow prison. Lily cringed slightly, squeezing her eyes shut momentarily. She hoped that the demons hadn't heard her. And if they had, so what? She was going to die anyway. Be it today, or tomorrow; but she knew one thing, she would not go down without a fight.
Lily licked her lips. She hadn't eaten in two days, either. Sighing, she went to a corner of the cell, which was little more than a large, damp, hollowed-out tree trunk.
She was about to curl up and sleep, in an attempt to temporarily relieve her mind of depressing thoughts, when a scarred snout pushed its way into sight. It was the ugliest mug Lily had ever seen; and to her dismay, it was followed be an even uglier body.
The dog licked his lips nastily as he set his single, horribly deformed black eye on her. His fur was mottled black and grey, russet colored stripes running from tail to paws. The red coloring in his fur strongly resembled dried blood, and Lily had a suspicion that it was.
Lily sat up straight, her tail curled around her paws. She held her head up high, the markings on her face gleaming defiantly in the meager sunlight that had flittered in. The marks of a queen. A destiny she once held with pride, before falling captive in her enemy's hands. Or rather, paws.
His voice was rough and hurt to listen to. "He-ere kitty, kitty, kitty!" He taunted her. Lily was a stone, unmoving, uncaring, no emotion filtering through. "Kitty, kitty, kitty! Judgment day has come!" He gave a hyena like laugh.
Lily did not shift. Two ruffed Dobermans emerged from behind the first mutt, their pitch-black, bat-like wings pressed against their sleek backs. One grabbed her by the nape of her neck with sharp teeth set into a powerful jaw. Her lip curled upward a fraction of an inch, but, like a newborn kit, she went limp and dangled helplessly from his maw. The other two followed silently, their icy gaze taking in her every movement.
As soon as the group padded out of the tree, Lily shut her eyes tight; being stuck in a dark, hollow trunk had made her eyes quite sensitive to the sun's rays. She was quiet, excepting of her fate. She knew that they were taking her to their demonic King, and that it was quite a distance away. She began having flashbacks of her life. She saw herself in kitten hood, playing with the autumn leaves and pouncing on imaginary foes. She sighed inwardly. How wonderful it had all been…