A WARRIORS STORY?!1!1!

Yes, I thought I threw the series away, but I love it too much. So I came up with this (I hope you like it).

Also it is rated M for plenty of gore and horror and just messed up stuff for later on in the story. As of right now, it is relatively normal.

CHAPTER ONE

Wind whipped over head as a tall cat slinked through the tall grass around him. Paws making the dead grass crunch, the cat walked along, heading towards the island in the distance. Tensions had been high between all four clans, and the leaders where meeting each other to discuss what to do.

Three cats stood on some branches on the tree on the island as the tall cat walked on to the island across a log. "Greetings, Brackenstar. How was your trip?" A she-cat, golden coat shining, asked, as the tall cat, a brown tabby tom named Brackenstar, nodded and scrambled up the tree. He sat beside the golden she-cat, staring at the other cats. A thin grey she-cat was sitting beside a young brown and cream tom, lashing her tail.

"I called you all here to discuss what has to be done to end tensions. Now, I understand that Willowstar you don't get along with Ferretstar and have been attacking his cl-"

"I did not attack him, Cherrystar. It's called taking back old territory that was ours ever since the clans moved to the lake!" The thin she-cat, Willowstar, snapped harshly, interrupting Cherrystar. The old golden she-cat rolled her eyes, as she continued, "I do not care, Willowstar. Your cats come into physical contact with Ferretstar's cats, and there was a death caused by it. Ferretstar, you lost an apprentice I hear?"

The cream and brown tom looked up at Cherrystar, and nodded quietly, meowing, "Yes. Fallpaw was brought back to camp with horrific injuries, and Beetlethorn couldn't save her. She bled out in his den." He turned back to Willowstar, "I don't know if it was a direct attack on us with the intention to kill, but from some of the wounds, it looked like it was done with the intention to kill my warriors."

Cherrystar nodded, and Willowstar rolled her eyes and whispered something under her breath. The golden tabby she-cat turned to Brackenstar, and mewed, "We have stuff to discuss as well. I am not blaming any one, but during a scuffle on the boarder, one of my warriors came back with a gash on his back. It's now a scar. Do you know anything about this?"

Brackenstar shuffled in his paws and shook his head. Inside he was churning with uneasiness. Over the last few days, more and more cats seemed mean to each other, stressed over something. "Not that I know of. But my cats have seemed stressed over something lately. I have tried hard to ask them what is wrong, but they keep saying nothing is wrong." Cherrystar nodded, and turned to Willowstar again. The grey she-cat was still lashing her tail.

"Have you noticed that your warriors seem bothered by something?" Cherrystar asked, as Willowstar shook her head. "Not that I can see, which is why Ferretstar's clan should not blame us for anything they did to us." The grey she-cat snapped, needle sharp teeth bared at Ferretstar. The tom was starting to get annoyed.

"Listen, Willowstar. RiverClan has been trespassing in our territory. WindClan is in dire need of prey and we would be pleased if your otters got off our land." Ferretstar snapped at the younger she-cat, who started to growl under her breath.

Everything was silent until Ferretstar lifted his chin. "If you don't agree, these fights will nev-", Gathering herself, Willowstar yowled and lunged at the leader, digging her claws into his thin fur. Ferretstar hissed in rage and grabbed the grey she-cat by her side and tossed her off of him. Willowstar, ears pinned against her head, lunged again, and this time she nicked Ferretstar's ear, blood oozing down his head.

"Willowstar! Ferretstar!" Cherrystar snapped, but the two cats didn't stop. Willowstar had pinned Ferretstar to the ground, sharp claws pressing down on his neck. Fear filled eyes stared up at Willowstar, as Brackenstar leapt down. Knocking the RiverClan leader to her paws, the tall tom looked down on her.

"What in StarClan's name is wrong with you two? If this doesn't stop, something's going to happen! Do you not see that!?" Brackenstar spit, eyes narrowed at both of the cats. The grey she-cat scrambled to her paws and stared at Ferretstar, but said nothing. Cherrystar leapt down and looked at the two younger leaders, eyes narrow.

"Your clans are so close to waging war against each other. Trust me, you do not want to fight nonstop over an enemy that is equal in strength. Why won't you two just stop and try to fix your problems without dragging your clans into it!?" The old golden she-cat scolded, before whirling around.

"This meeting is over."

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Brackenstar crawled along the ground, careful not to catch his brown fur in the thorns. He had been the last cat to leave the meeting, ordered by Cherrystar to watch both Ferretstar and Willowstar leave, in case they ended up fighting each other again. To his relief, both young leaders turned and went their separate ways.

Cherrystar was right; the two clans were nearing war. Every clan was at risk for war at the moment, as WindClan was one of the most powerful and populous clans of the four. Ferretstar was also fairly smart and didn't like to fight, so if his clan was attacked by Willowstar, everyone would be dragged into it. Willowstar, though, was a different story. Only a leader for a few moons, she was always hot headed and aggressive. The grey she-cat was also very young when she was appointed deputy; still training her first apprentice when Stormstar appointed her.

Slipping past the thorns, Brackenstar was greeted by the shape of short legged cat with pale fur that stood out amongst the shadows. Cinderboulder.

"How did the meeting go?" The pale grey she-cat mewed to the brown tabby leader, who sighed, eyes focused on the ground. "Not good. We will be at war soon I think. Willowstar attacked Ferretstar at the end of the meeting, and I think the two clans will be launching attacks on each other soon."

Cinderboulder shook her head. "Stormstar was insane thinking Willowstar would be a good leader. She's so young and angry and… well, not right to be a leader."

Brackenstar slipped down the rocks that lined the camp; a massive hole in the earth, lined with rocks and hidden by thorn bushes. Cinderboulder stayed where she was, as she was supposed to keep guard. The tall brown tabby tom looked up to his den, which was perched high above the ground, and scaled the rocks. His green eyes flashed as he was shocked not to see the dark grey fur of his mate, Flowerfur, curled up beside his nest. She must have moved to the nursery. The leader thought, crawling into his den quietly and burying his head into his paws. He closed his eyes, waiting for this bad day to vanish into the night and peacefully sleep for once.

Done with the first chapter! Review or follow if you want! It always makes me happy (and motivation which is something I struggle with)