Warrior Cats Owned by Erin Hunter

A short prologue that's pretty sad….About a loner and his sister and some rogues.

Info: Mars – Reddish tom (kit) with dark blue eyes. Snowy – Pure white she-kit with blue eyes

Prologue

"Oomph!" Mars was suddenly pushed into a thorny bush, unexpectedly. The thorns and brambles engulfed him in darkness quickly and he winced as the thorns tugged at his pelt and scratched his ears from above. Trying to get his bearings, he could hear his sister outside,

"No matter what, stay in there! Don't come out!" Mars could hear her running away. His heart beat fast, the thought of standing alone to the group of loners who had attacked him on his journey in the forest with his sister, started to make him panic.

The long wound on his right cheek stung. He knew it was bleeding, but he could blink his right eye over and over and it didn't hurt so he knew he wasn't blinded.

Mars crouched closer down and tried to see through the spindly branches of the bush, now ignoring the thorns around him.

He could see a clearing and he gasped when he could see the same evil group of loners as well. They all circled around the clearing, near a large blue-grey tom. He was bigger than any of them; he was most likely the leader.

Mars unsheathed his tiny kit-claws when he had recognized the same blue-grey tom that had caused the scratch on his cheek.

He shifted his position in the bush to see a white bundle of fur in the middle of the clearing.

His eyes widened when he saw his sister, her icy blue eyes wide, and her downy white kit fur fluffed out. The cats around her snarled and laughed madly, all of them glancing to their leader for some sort of signal to dive in and attack the helpless kit.

Run Snowy! Go! Mars felt helpless. He knew that there were too many cats and they could easily overpower him and then his brave acts would have been for nothing. His sister Snowy, seemed to be frozen in fear.

The leader of the group stared at Snowy through narrowed eyes, and with the slightest flick of his long, ruffled tail, the loners leapt at Snowy.

Snowy! Mars had to keep himself from wailing aloud. His paws shook and his heart raced. His mouth was open and he could no longer feel the pain in his cheek.

It was a mass of cats. Beneath them all he could hear Snowy crying out, maybe once or twice see one of her paws fly around, not being able to steady herself.

Stop hurting her! Stop it! Tears flooded down from his cheeks, stinging the wound on his cheek. He blinked over and over, trying to tell himself that it was some sort of horrible nightmare.

But it wasn't.

He could no longer hear Snowy crying out. Her wails had died to small whimpers, then silence. The cats around her had started to back away, the job done. They laughed and flexed their claws, licking the blood around their muzzles.

Mars stared in horror, one by one, as the loners had backed away from where his sister was and sat near their leader. His eyes had focused, and when he had enough energy to keep his head up, all he saw was a tangled, ripped apart mass of red and white fur.

Mars could no longer tell what it was. What Snowy had once been… what had his sister had looked like before?

Mars collapsed to the ground, inside the tiny space of the thorn bush. His body shook and his heart was beating as fast as lightning. The image of his bloody sister's body was plastered to his mind and each loner who had attacked her as well.

He was exhausted. He lay there a few moments and had finally went to sleep, after overhearing most of the loners' conversations.

"What about that other kit? He got away, too bad that we had only one." Mars had grimaced when he knew they were talking about Snowy.

"Enough. It's gone, far away now. I won't spend my days trying to find it. It's useless, pointless. A waste of life!" Mars had kept quiet, controlling his breathing, trying to catch every bit of their talk.

"We are all stronger now. That helpless kit never had a chance." Mars narrowed his eyes and fear had evaporated from him. A short spout of rage had replaced it and he unsheathed his tiny claws, wanting to tear into the throats of all of them.

They have no honor! Mars begin to grow tears in his eyes again. He whimpered quietly as the cats around the clearing licked their lips and laughed evilly together.

It was a while before Mars could no longer hear their mocking and jostling about. He had heard their paws thrum against the ground as they all took off. Before the dust could clear, they were gone.

Mars had finally gotten the courage to debate getting out of the bush and running. He stood up slowly, trying not to get pricked by the thorns. His tears had dried and the blood had stopped pulsing from the wound on his cheek. He started to move through the thorns slow, too slow, and they tugged at his pelt one by one.

Getting angry now, he tensed up and crashed through the bush, suddenly freeing himself from the thorns and the closet space inside the bush, tumbling into a tree stump. He stood up, dizzy, just starting to feel the tiny, pricking pain from the thorns. Wincing, he looked around and made the mistake of spotting his sister.

I can't leave her….without saying goodbye. He grimaced and started to move closer; the pain from the thorn bush gone now. His sisters remains still lay there in the clearing and he hesitantly put each paw forward, getting a better view of her.

Out of the corner of his eyes he would watch the bushes around the clearing. Every rustle that was caused by the wind would make Mars flinch and he hadn't noticed that he was finally right next to his sister. He looked down at his sister Snowy. Mars couldn't pick out one piece of white fur. It was all drenched and red with blood.

Tears started to flow back down his cheeks.

"I-I'm…I'm sorry!" He burst out, sobbing, lowering his head near his sister. "You should have been the one in that bush!" He wailed, tears dripping onto Snowy. Mars lifted his head.

He heard something in the bushes, a weird growling sound. His neck fur began to bristle. Mars took one last look at his sister, then turned tail and fled, reaching the edge of the clearing and shoving his body through the bushes, avoiding the trees.

Maybe he had imagined it. Maybe not. But as Mars ran he was certain that he could hear a sinister laugh ring out and into the forest from the clearing where he had once been.

Hope you enjoyed it. I don't know if I will do another chapter.