Midnight Shadows

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS ONLY THE OC'S.

The moon rose high in the clear night sky. The cats of River Clan were fast asleep, dreaming of catching wet slippery fish. That is, all except one.

A grey tom cat sat outside the warrior's den, his brilliant yellow eyes glistening in the moonlight as he gazed up towards Silverpelt, where his mate Silverstream was. He could hear the mewling of restless kits inside the nursery from where he was sitting. He was listening intently for one kit in particular. Hi ears perked up as he finally heard the sound he was listening for. A soft mew of surprise emitted from one of the kits. It's time, he thought to himself as he stood up and padded quietly but quickly over towards nursery.

Inside the small den were two nests. In one was Blossompelt, a stray that had been accepted into River Clan over 4 moons ago. She was Cloudheart's mate. 3 kits were snuggled against her pale red pelt. One of them were suckling while the others where sleeping. In the other nest lay Foxheart. She was not able to conceive a litter, so she chose to nurse and care for kits who had no mothers to care for them. There were a total of 5 kits snuggled close to her belly. 4 of them were kin, but the other one was not related to them. This one had a black pelt with a dark blue underbelly. Her eyes were a bright glistening blue, and her tail was a big bushy wolf tail. She was the one that had mewled before. As the tom cat moved towards the kit, she looked up at him, her giant blue orbs shining. He smiled at her innocent face as he gazed upon her. This innocent kit did not know of her origins yet, but by next sunrise she would.

"Daddy? Why are you here?" The kit asked the tom curiously. The tom smirked at her as he picked her up in his mouth by her scruff and padded outside of the nursery with her, her small body swaying as the tom rushed her out of the camp, past the entrance guard who was sleeping heavily as they leaned against the entrance tunnel. Pfft, some guard you are, Leoparfur. The tom thought to himself as he pelted past her.

He ran all the way to the boarder between River Clan and Thunder Clan, coming to a stop as the tom saw another cat, a flame-pelted-tom, sitting at the edge of the border. "Firestar! What are you doing here?" Exclaimed the tom as he put the young kit down, padding slowly over towards the other male cat. He waved his tail gesturing for the kit to sit down and stay where she was. Firestar looked at the grey warrior with a glint in his eye. "Wildstar told me at the gathering that you were meeting with someone here tonight, and that you were bringing a kit along with you as well."

The other tom looked at Firestar, rage flooding through his veins now. "That is my business, Firestar. If it concerned you, I would have told you MYSELF." The Thunder Clan leader chuckled as the other tom finished speaking, his orange fluffy tail waving side to side in amusement. He looked the tom in the eye and stopped smiling. "That cat that you were meant to be meeting here tonight, was it a she-cat?" The grey-pelted cats' expression turned from annoyance to utter surprise. He replied to the leader hesitantly. "Uh, yeah. How did you know that?" "Two things that a leader should always know about their best friend. First, never trust them. Second, if they are fostering a kit and another leader tells you that they are meeting another cat in the middle of the night at the clan borders, then that cat is most likely a she-cat from your clan."

The tom looked amazed. This flame-pelted tom-cat had known him since they had been apprentices, and yet here he is now, treating him like some kind of suspect! The grey cat stepped forward, causing the leader to snarl from instinct. He stopped moving forward and opened his mouth to retort, but a second cat knocked him over before he could reply. He was knocked downhill, through a dozen bramble-bushes, over a fox-dung pile, through a pool of fresh mud, and into a small stream. His head hurt, his pelt was filthy, his tail all knotted and a number of scratches scattered across his body. The tom looked back up the hill from which he had tumbled down from. He must have gone done at least 40 fox-lengths. He looked across from him towards the cat that pushed him down, expecting to see Firestar, only to be greeted by a pair of violet orbs, belonging to a snow-white face. The white-pelted cat was obviously a she-cat, her waist slim and elegant, but her tail big and poofy. Around her neck was a black collar with a fang in it. It resembled that of scourges' collar.

Shit, the tom cat thought as he realised that his kit was still up there. If there were any other hostile cats up there like this one, she wouldn't be safe. At least with Firestar up there she would be a bit safer than if she were alone, but he and Firestar hadn't left each other on good terms the last time they spoke, and he didn't fully trust Firestar. "What do you want, rouge?" The tom asked the she-cat. "Why, just because I wear a collar with a fang in it, you automatically think I am a rouge? Well you're not wrong, I guess. But you really shouldn't jump to such conclusions like that." The cat replied to his question, as she circled him. Her tail moved towards his face, brushing underneath his chin suggestively.

"You didn't answer my question, rouge." He growled, her tail now exploring the rest of his underbelly. It came to rest upon his groin, circling his sheath, causing the tip of his member to poke out of it's sheath, the cool air touching it. The female smirked at his reaction. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing a pretty good job so far. "All we want is payment. Well, payment is what the rest of my clan wants. What I want is a little different..." She trailed off as she dived underneath the tom and started to play with him.