A/N: I don't own Warrior cats, only my few OC'S.
A group of cats silently crossed the forest, silent paw steps as they crept along the tall grasses. A silver and white striped Maine Coon with a claw mark on it's left eye stood in the front; their paw-steps were silent. The elderly she-cat waved her tail. Glancing around, she slipped into the bushes, her eyes narrowing into icy blue slits. In her eye-sight, and the others', were cats milling around the territory's boundaries, catching as much prey as they pleased. One cat, a russet hued male, with a bobbed tail, gave a snarl. But a quick, stern glance from the lead cat silenced him.
As the intruders started to leave, the leader flicked her tail. Darting from the bushes, she hissed at the cats. The others of her patrol followed, their neck fur bristling. "Mousetail! You have no right to intrude and hunt here!" The silver she-cat snapped, hackles raised.
The apparent 'Mousetail' stared at her, neck fur bristling, giving the same old excuse they all said. "We were chasing it, and it crossed your borders! It's Sunclan prey!"
"Oh, so I guess every other mouse-brain on your patrol also chased prey onto our borders as well?" The she-cat spat, hinting towards the others.
Mousetail's eyes blazed with fury. Yowling with outrage, he lunged at her, claws unsheathed. The she-cat dodged at the last second, but his claws still grazed her flank. "Dovestar!" A cat hissed.
Before long, Sunclan's warriors dropped their prey, running at the opposing patrol. The entire clearing was soon thrown into a flurry of fighting. "Get off of our territory, fox-heart!" Dovestar snapped, aiming to slash down his muzzle.
Mousetail dodged her attack, attacking her from her blind side. Writhing, she yowled, slashing blindly at her attacker. Luckily, she felt fur rip beneath her claws, before they dug into the soft flesh of the pale ginger warrior. He yelped in pain, as the she-cats sharp claws pierced his flesh, before jumping away. Blood was gushing from the wound. Wincing, he pounced on her, pinning her.
Sinking his fangs into her neck, he dug his claws into her exposed belly fur. Dovestar struggled to get free, but each flail only made the pain worse. Her last resort was simply laying limp, so Mousetail would think he won. And well, he did so; backing off of the half-blind she-cat. As he turned, going to attack another warrior, she sprung up, sinking her teeth into his spine. The pale ginger Tom screeched, as he attempted to throw her off, several times. Raising his paw, he slashed down her chest. With a gasp, Dovestar backed away.
Mousetail gave a quick glance across the Thunder-path, before he yowled, greatly defeated. "Retreat, Sunclan, retreat!"
"You're not getting away!" Dovestar snapped, going into a chase after him.
Mousetail's fear scent burst off in waves, as he gasped for breath, bringing up the rear of his patrol, and weakly trying to get away from her. Half-way across the Thunderpath, Dovestar lunged again. Hissing in fury, Mousetail spun around, raising his paw. He brought it down across her only good eye. Wailing in pain as the claws pierced her eye, digging into her opticals, blood filled her vision, and it went black. She could hear a yelp, as he gave a final kick to her chest, causing her to fall on her back. His pawsteps running away, meant the battle was over. Standing up weakly, the wounds burning with pain, her ears flicked.
Dovestar could hear the desperate hisses, yowls, and wails from the other side, but it was soon deafened out by a loud roar. No! A monster! Where do I go? This way, or that way?! The she-cat thought frantically, stumbling around. The blind she-cat couldn't find her way. She ran in a circle, before she started to run, but it was too late. All feelings of the Thunder-path vanished beneath her as she was thrown. The monster's roar louder than before. Landing on her side, a wail of pain overtook her, as one of the monster's circular, jet black paws crushed her hind-leg.
She felt herself slipping away, as cats dragged her away from the oily surface of the thunder-path. Apprehensive, and in pain, the blind cat twitched herself helplessly. She knew it; she was about to lose her final life. The journey back to camp was hard, as her crushed leg would get stuck in brambles. Dovestar blacked out.
Soon enough, she was jolted awake by pain in her hind leg, as she was dropped onto the floor of a den. One she'd been in way too many times. Bitter scents of herbs wafted into her nose, as she wrinkled it in disgust. She heard Moontail, the medicine cat telling off the patrol, and her son, Badgerpelt, who was the deputy. After they were gone, it was barely audible on what Moontail was even saying. Any feeling left in her limp body started to fade, as her breathing slowed. Her breathing steadily stopped, as she gave a final sigh.
Opening her eyes again, all hints of pain were gone, and so were the scratches and scars she'd gained in battles. Nine cats surrounded her, stars in their pelts. One's ear flicked, before the Tortoiseshell she-cat padded forward, pressing her nose against Dovestar's fore-head. "Welcome to Starclan, Dovestar…"
A/N: Thanks for reading my first fan fiction! I had a lot of … Fun writing this? *You probably think I'm terrible for thinking it's fun writing about a cat's death.* Ahahaha… Well… This is the prologue to "The Lonely Dove". This story will be about Dovestar's life, and prophecy. So stay tuned, and chapter one will come out soon, everyone!