Warriors :
StarClan's Fallen
Prolouge
Night covers unknown forests and hills with a silent wind. Movement is made by a small patrol of cats follow an old grey tabby to a clearing. Two warriors carried and dragged another cat with blood and scars over it's body. It's head hung in an odd way for a cat. It's was dead. "Clanmates!" mewed the leading tabby with a wail. " Our leader is dead!" Many cats appeared from dens into the clearing. A golden she-cat ran to the body "EagleStar!" Cried the She-cat as her voice broke with sadness. "We will all miss him FlowerHeart, but we need to be ready for an attack from AirClan." A brown tom with a long scar ran down his face pointed out. " You are right GrassTail, we need to..."The grey warrior spoke but another cat spoke "But we found him on The ThunderPath, MoonPelt. His wounds look like a monster caught him as he was crossing it." Some of the Clan agreed with the young cat. Just as MoonPelt was going to speak a wail from the back of the patrol echoed cross the clearing. A small black and white she-cat was standing in the entrance of the camp."AirClan warriors are coming! Even DawnStar is in the group!" She collpased with a sigh. "PatchPaw!" FlowerHeart rushed over to the young cat. "Where is RockFoot! My kit needs her!" FlowerHeart shouted with anger and sadness. MoonPelt walked over and sniffed the wounded apperntice and scented AirClan. PatchPaw's breathing was shallow and weak. A light grey tom walked up and looked at PatchPaw. "She is nearly a pawstep to StarClan." He meowed with grief in his blue eyes. The Gold Queen was deep in anger. "AirClan has taken my mate but I will not let them take one of my kits in the same day!" She howled at her Clanmates. But instead of howls of agreement it became howls of battle were heard as the AirClan cats entered the camp. A Queen in the Nursery was lying in her moss bedding with two small blue-grey kits lied next to thier mother's belly. A huge tom burst through the tunnel to face the queen and the two newest members of HillClan. She braced herself to give her life for her kits. Another tom appeared and jumped for the intruders back and slashed at it's eyes and neck. It fell limp on the moss bed infront of the warrior. "Are you ok RoseBush? Are the kits safe?" panted the senior warrior. "Yes QuickSoul we are safe thanks to you." She mewed. A howl of victory ringed from the clearing. HillClan has won.