This story is one I had planned for a while. Updates may be slow on all of my stories as I am still trying to sort out the first chapters of two of my stories, and come up with plot for the others. The title and summary were both made by IWalkBlindlyIntoTheShadows, also known as Kira. She is an amazing author and you should check her out. Anyway, if you want to submit OCs to get murdered, tell me in the reviews. Never thought I'd type that. Welp, imma stop rambling now and let you read the story :) Peace out!
Prologue
Malicious amber eyes shone out of the darkness of a holly bush. They glared at a silver she cat, who, under the moonlight, looked like a warrior from Starclan. The she cat, having gone out for some midnight hunting, was holding a fish in her jaws and couldn't scent anything. The amber eyed figure snarled softly at the silver warrior. She whipped around as the amber orbs vanished into the shadows. While she couldn't see or scent anything, the warrior was beginning to get anxious. After looking around for a little while longer, she planned on heading back to her camp. But the mysterious figure had other ideas. As the figure with amber eyes and russet fur leapt out at her, the she cat dropped her fish and let out a high pitch scream. The cat on guard at camp heard her desperate cry for help and quickly darted to the Warriors den. He told 3 cats to follow him, and dashed to where he heard the silver beauty cry out. When he arrived with his patrol, the fox had given up going for the killing bite and was gnawing on her back leg. The she cat had lost so much blood from that wound that her loud cries for help had turned into soft whimpers of pain. She managed to glance up at the tom and croak out a weak 'Help' before her vision turned black. Snarling in fury, the previously stationary tom leaped at the russet creature, bowling it off of the silver tabby. The other tom with him leapt after him and clawed the fox's back. The two she cats draped the silver she cat over their backs and brought her back to camp. They placed her in the medicine den and woke the medicine cat. The tortoiseshell tabby she cat gasped and immediately gathered herbs and cobwebs to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. The dark brown tabby, previously the guard, bit down hard on the fox's neck, until it's whimpering died away and it went limp. He tossed it away and raced back to camp with the other tom, dashing into the medicine den. 'Will she be ok?' He asked softly. The torbie she turned with a sad gaze and gave a soft mew of 'It's in Starclan's paws now...' The dark brown tabby tom padded to the silver cat and curled up next to her, drifting into a shallow sleep while breathing in her sweet scent.
So that was the prologue to my new story. I hope you liked it, and if you have never seen one, Google 'tortoiseshell tabby' or 'torbie' as they are freaking adorable! Anyways, hood you enjoyed! Peace out!