Like I mentioned, this was my very first try at a fanfiction. It's a really, really short one-shot and was just an experiment that I did a couple months ago. However, if anyone likes it, please tell me what you think and I just might try doing some more longer ones. ;)
The pale, murky light of the nearly full moon streamed into the den. The newly regrown lichen faded the bright rays into a soft, cold light. Cold, just like her heart had become. Chilled, like the mind of her former deputy. The night of his betrayal, when he had attempted murder on her, played through the blue-furred leader's mind with crystal clarity. After that, even her own ancestors had turned their backs on both her and the clan she'd done so much to protect. She'd given up her own kits to ensure the safety of her clan mates, and now, she didn't know who could or couldn't be trusted. Except for the young warrior with flame colored fur. He had been the true savior of the clan since the moment he'd entered the camp for the first time, just barely at an apprentice age and reeking with the scent of twolegs. The leader released a deep sigh. If only she had listened when the tom had tried to warn her. She knew that the amber eyed tabby was not finished yet. She knew that the brutal killing of two of her clan mates and horrendous scarring of another by the pack of dogs was part of his work. She knew that he would stop at nothing to get his revenge by destroying the clan. "Fire alone will save our clan." The words of her former medicine cat stirred in her memory. The fire-colored warrior's time was still yet to come. Perhaps she would live to see the day of his glory, when the prophecy was fully fulfilled at last. But now, her mind was clouded with the malicious events of recent times, like the lichen filtered the brightness from the moon. She had started becoming both bipolar and paranoid. The she-cat could hardly sleep with the constant fear of another murder attempt when she was caught in a state of unawareness. She feared that one morning she would leave her den to find the still and lifeless bodies of her clan sprawled in light of the dawn, a light that should symbol hope and a new beginning. Her starry ancestors had left her, she was aware, but perhaps they still walked with the young warrior she had come to care so deeply about. Though her thoughts were covered with a haze, he was the one cat who she knew would remain loyal and kept her clinging to the last piece of sanity she possessed.