Heart of Sacrifice
Welcome all to my first Warriors fan fic. Ok the story starts at a gathering that is attacked by the dark forest. 8 cats are turned to twolegs to find help to fulfill a prophecy;
"Find the one with the heart of sorrow and release his Demons." The clans fate rests in the 8 of them. Corny prophecy? Yes? No? You pick. All reviews welcome up to hot ember flames from campfire put out. Thx everyone.
CHAPTER 1 Eye of the Storm
Chaos raged through the Island as the gathering storm and attack broke out. Dovewing was terrified of the sight; the dark forest had finally attacked. Dark shadows plowed into cats: a large one slamming into her. The she-cat jumped up and stared down the two dark cats. One of them was Antpelt, a warrior that Ivypool said died in the dark forest.
Dovewing dived for the dead warrior's legs. The rain made the ground slippery. She rolled on her back and slid under him and knocked his legs out from under him. However, she stopped sliding and he landed on top of her. He sprang off of her and landed on Dovewing again. Antpelt was about to make the killing blow when a silvery pelt tackled the warrior.
"Never attack my sister!" A voice said. Ivypool! Dovewing stumbled up and limbed to her sister. Her pelt was matted with mud and blood of the ghosts that were relived for the attack. Cats formed around the sisters; Firestar, Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Greystripe, Crowfeather and Hollyleaf. Everyone else ran back to their camps, leaving the 8 surrounded. One cat padded to them, one that was broad shouldered and had scars all over his muzzle. Tigerstar.
"So, Firestar, I said I would have my revenge, now it's complete. He mewed, his eyes glittering with the evil in him. "Prepare to DIE!" He yowled as he jumped, claws extended, at Firestar. But a lighting bolt stopped him, landing on the circle of cats. They were gone.
The group woke in a clearing with trees surrounding it. Three cats padded up to them. One was a she-cat with a blueish fur color, one was a golden tom like lionblaze but with the neck fur ruffled like a lion. The last was a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat that had a mottled face.
"You have come to starclan to hear our message." The blue cat said. Firestar stood up.
"What is it Bluestar?" He asked. Bluestar's eyes grew wide and she spoke in a deeper voice.
"Find the one with the heart of sorrow and release his Demons." She meowed.
"You must leave your cat forms and become twolegs to find the one who fits the prophecy." mewed lionheart.
"The fate of the clans depends on It, Good luck. They are near the lake, something tha twolegs call a ranch." Spottedleaf said.
"Wait! What?" the 8 of them yowled before Disappearing.
Ryan Colbolt POV
Ryan sat in the living room of his family's ranch house watching the storm rage outside. The night being lit up with the lightning, followed by the loud clap of thunder. Ever since he can back from his tour, he'd flinch at a loud noise. Why? After Afghanistan, his life was different. Before, he'd play call of duty with his nephew but now he couldn't stand the gunfire and explosions. His niece always read books about animals. Her newest one was warriors, a book about cats living in "clans".
"Hey, you ok?" a familiar voice said. Ryan turned and saw his brother Nick. Short, blond hair with bangs getting in his eyes all the time. He wore a band t-shirt, The Color Morale. They always listened to them. He wore that along with a pair of relaxed fit jeans for working the ranch. Ryan shook his head.
"Yeah, man, I'm fine. It's just, hard to get use to again." He heard a new noise, someone screaming in terror. He turned to his brother. "You hear that?" he whispered.
"Yeah, come on, grab your rifle, it might be that cougar after someone." Nick answered. Putting on his boots, Ryan went to the gun case. He grabbed his .22 rifle and Nick's shotgun.
"Here." Ryan said handing him the gun. They ran out the door. The air was hot but the rain cooled off Ryan. The scream was louder towards the stables. "Come on!" Ryan yelled over the thunder. They started into the forest. At the east end of the ranch, was Lake Angel flier, Named after the B-17 Their Dad flew in World War II.
They broke through the clearing near the lake. A girl by about 19 was crying with scratches all over her arms and legs. She had a t-shirt that was stained with mud and blood. Her jeans were torn and full of holes and tears.
"Watch my back, and cover me." Ryan told Nick.
"This Ain't Afghanistan, Ryan." Nick complained, but he ignored his brother. Ryan walked to the girl. She tucked in to a ball making her smaller when she saw him.
"Sh, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help you, don't worry." Ryan soothed as he started to lift her up. She passed out as he started walking to Nick.
"Who is she?" Nick asked when he made it to him. Ryan shrugged.
"I don't know. But we won't find out if we don't head back to the house, she looks pretty bad." Ryan told him. "let's go" he said over his shoulder as he headed to the house.
Author Note:
All right. Here's Ryan's history.
Ryan is 21 years old. He'd just returned from Afghanistan three months ago. He was a National Guard member that was deployed. He's one of 4 out of his 6 man squad left. He has buzz cut hair with a Mohawk down the middle that's dyed blue. He's 6' 2".
If anyone can guess who the Girl they found is, you win a role in the story!
