I started writing this story about two years ago and I never finished it. It might start off a little short, but eventually each chapter will get a bit longer. When I come to the end of the chapters I will continue writing them until I decide to end the story. I hope you guys like it - and look out for the character lists that will be posted soon (as a different story). I will probably update every few days. Constructive criticism is appreciated 3
DawnClan - A new Beginning
Chapter 1
The moonlight shined down on a dark forest, where the wind gently blew and the sound of howling cats rung in the air. A small she-cat was walking along a path, heading away from the angry cats.
She slowly padded through the forest, her paw steps light, her mouth opened a touch to smell her surroundings. She knew the other cats were around somewhere close by. She heard a twig snap beneath her paws, and picked up her pace. Leaves crunched behind her, and whipped around to find a tom with a kit hanging in his mouth. "You forgot this." his meow muffled from the fur, dropping the small bundle to the ground. The she cat hissed. "Do you think I forgot? Im doing this for her!" She turned back around, arriving at an empty clearing. She padded around, making sure no cats were left. She could hear kits padding around in a near-by den, soon being hushed by the startled queen.
She padded onward, eying the pile of freshly caught prey. She heard another leaf crunch, and whipped around once more. "Im hurrying! Just drop Bright there, and come help me get this prey!" She called back. She stalked onwards, almost reaching the fresh-kill pile when a small bundle of ginger fur dropped on top of her, sending her plopping to the ground. She quickly turned around, hissing, when she realized it was a small kit. She was about to shove the kit towards the den it came from, when a piercing pain stabbed her back. She turned around to find a she-cat, grey with age, baring her teeth.
The kit was erased from her mind as she swatted at the elder, sending her flying into a wall. Just then, a she-cat popped out of the den the kit had came from, grabbing it and dashing back to the den. She could smell the fear coming off of the queen. She turned her attention back to the elder, and hissed again, bunching her haunches under herself as she prepared to leap. Soon enough a big tom dashed into the clearing, swiping her with big, powerful paws. She thudded to the ground, but rose up again wearily as she found her mate running to her side. She whipped around to see her kit in the hollow of a tree, then turned her attention back to the big tom who had attacked her to see that her mate began attacking.
She was about to go for the fresh-kill when another grey bundle dropped on top of her again. "You pesky old flea-bag!" She hissed, bucking her off. She slashed at her, and hit her throat. She dashed over to her mate, who was being over-powered by the powerful tom, and slashed at him. The tom dropped to the ground after a powerful blow to the head from her mate, and they dashed to the fresh-kill pile.
They grabbed a few pieces, and began to leave. The she-cat dropped her prey on the tom's back, picking her kit up and heading off again. The kit was soon knocked away as a she-cat toppled on top of her, sending the kit a few tail length's away. She hissed, and tried to make her way to her kit again, but was blocked by three other warriors. She turned to her mate and found him lying on the ground, his pelt crimson and his sides heaving. She soon found herself being knocked to the ground, her vision slowly turning to black as her life swept away.