This fanfiction is a little different from my other two. For one, it's based on the Warriors series, not Kingdom Hearts. For another, this one's about cats. (I LOVE CATS!) This is a "sequel" after number 6 in the first Warriors series. So in other words, after "The Darkest Hour". Umm, anyway… read on and I hope you like it!
Yowls of hatred broke through the peaceful silence of the forest. Total chaos swept through the Thunderclan camp as ugly, scarred cats hurled themselves at the Thunderclan cats. Firestar's orange fur bristled as a black cat suddenly
plummeted himself from out of the bushes and onto Firestar's back. They rolled over in the dirt batting at each other with unsheathed claws. Firestar managed to rip out some fur from the black cat's tail. The black cat hissed, fiercely, before bounding away.
"What's going on?" Firestar panted to himself.
Before he could get his breath back, he was knocked over by another cat. This time, it was a tortoiseshell she-cat with countless scars all across her back. She snarled at Firestar and gave him an angry swipe on his face before he could retaliate. Firestar swiftly dodged the cat's second slash and gave the she-cat one of his own fatal blows. She staggered back, stunned, and went limping off.
"Fire...star…"
Firestar whipped around to see his deputy, Graystripe, bleeding and confused.
"Graystripe, there are too many of them!" Firestar gasped, "Get the cats that went off on hunting patrol and bring them back here! We need as many warriors as possible."
Graystripe nodded, wearily and slunk off into the shadows of the trees. Firestar dashed out to see Sandstorm being
attacked by a massive gray cat with only one ear. Other cats came tumbling through, wrestling each other. He leapt at the huge gray cat and dug his claws in deep. The cat screeched and turned to Firestar, narrowing his eyes.
"So you are the one that killed Scourge!" he yowled with fury glinting in his cold, dark eyes.
Realization hit Firestar like a badger's paw. Recently, the clans had been attacked by a strange and unknown clan named "Bloodclan". They had come from the Twoleg place with collars studded with the teeth of dogs and cats that they had killed. Firestar's old enemy, Tigerstar, was the leader of Shadowclan and he teamed up with Bloodclan, forcing the rest of his clan to do the same. However, he died a most horrible death when he disagreed with Bloodclan.
Bloodclan's leader had fought Tigerstar alone and even though he was a mouse-sized cat, he had extremely sharp claws, reinforced by hunting dog's teeth. Tigerstar had lost all his nine lives with one swipe of Bloodclan's leader's claws. In a great battle against Bloodclan, Firestar defeated him. The Bloodclan leader, of course, was Scourge.
"You remember now, don't you, you weak, feeble fool?" the gray cat's eyes pierced Firestar's own wide eyes.
Sandstorm, looking slightly worn out, came to Firestar's
defence. "If he's so weak then how could he have killed Scourge the "unbeatable"?"
The huge gray cat swung his head around to face
Sandstorm and growled menacingly, "Bloodclan will rule the forest. Don't try to insult me because by then, you'll be a petty scrap of fur living on a chilly mountainside."
The cat gestured to the faded silhouette of distant mountains with a flick of his long, scraggly tail.
Sandstorm snarled at him. "Dream on."
She got ready to pounce but the gray cat just smirked.
"You think you can beat the new leader of Bloodclan, do you?" he continued with his mocking tone.
Firestar's eyes grew even wider. "You're the new leader of Bloodclan?"
"Why of course," the gray cat replied, "The name's Crow."
Sandstorm didn't move from her pouncing position. "That means you will be crowfood."
She grinned at her own little joke.
"Laugh now," snorted Crow, "and get ready for annihilation!"
He shot out and Firestar and Sandstorm, his curved claws faintly shimmering in the weak sunlight. They were ready for him. Sandstorm pounced on his back and yanked at his tail. Crow growled and twisted over to try to shake off Sandstorm. Firestar saw his chance to attack. He sprung at Crow and reached for his exposed belly. Crow yowled at blood spilled out of the wound. Sandstorm climbed off him and glared at him with a challenging look. Crow growled deeply and dug his claws into the soil. "You haven't seen the last of us."
He padded away with as much dignity as a terribly wounded cat could. Sandstorm flicked her ears questioningly at Firestar who shook his head dismissively. "He's not worth the trouble. We've already wounded him badly."
Sandstorm looked disappointed but she gave him a
reluctant nod.
"The patrol's back!" a loud meow came from behind.
Firestar whirled around to see Graystripe and a group of cats behind him.
"You're a bit late," Sandstorm meowed, "They have already crawled back to their hiding place."
They looked around. She was right. There were no enemy cats lurking about anymore.
"Oh," Graystripe mewed, looking crestfallen, "I was too late."
"They weren't your average rogue cats either," Firestar
meowed matter-of-factly, "They were Bloodclan cats."
Mousefur's ears pinned back in shock. "What were they
doing here? I thought we had defeated them once and for all!"
"I thought so as well," Firestar meowed, grimly, "but it looks like they've got a new leader. Crow."
"No," Graystripe gasped, horrified, "We can't afford to lose any more warriors in battle! It's the season of leaf-bare and we need as many cats as possible to hunt and gather food!"
"Food is the least of our worries," Sandstorm mewed softly under her breath.
"This is going to be a worry," Mousefur meowed, looking at Firestar expectantly.
Firestar felt a flush of nervousness. The clan was counting on him to sort everything out; but he knew that he couldn't possibly do it on his own. He needed his whole clan to help him out.
"I'll double the patrols and try to stay back at the camp as much as possible," he told them and padded off to see the clan's Medicine Cat, Cinderpelt about the deep scratch on his face. He wasn't surprised to see that there were already many cats queued up to see Cinderpelt. The young Medicine Cat strode up to him with a desperate look on her face. "I have never seen so many injured cats in just one morning before!"
Firestar sighed. "Just when we thought we'd finally have a break, Bloodclan comes back and ruins our hope for some peace and quiet."
"Bloodclan?" Cinderpelt yowled, suddenly alarmed.
Firestar nodded seriously. "They have returned. With a new leader too.."
Cinderpelt's whisker's twitched, grimly. "That will mean more trouble for all clans. Who's the leader this time?"
"A big gray tom named Crow," Firestar growled softly.
The Medicine Cat leaned forward to inspect the scar on his face. "Looks pretty bad. Did Crow do this to you?"
Firestar shook his head, wearily. "Another Bloodclan cat. A scarred tortoiseshell she-cat."
Cinderpelt clenched her teeth as she looked through her wide collection of herbs until she found her rusty tin filled with cobwebs.
"I just don't understand why they want to take over the
forest," Firestar meowed, "Why can't they just be happy living like we do, with clans and friends surrounding us?"
Cinderpelt sighed deeply and began to apply the cobwebs to Firestar's bleeding gash. Firestar winced.
"Bloodclan cats don't follow the rules. They don't care about their elders or their injured warriors. They don't have any sense of justice or honour and they certainly don't have any belief in Starclan!" exclaimed Cinderpelt.
Firestar nodded. Cinderpelt was right. Their lack of belief was their weakness.
"All done!" Cinderpelt meowed as cheerfully as she could, "The cut will heal in no time. All you need is some rest."
Firestar flicked his ears in agreement. He had had hardly any time to himself since he became the leader of
Thunderclan.
"Thanks Cinderpelt," Firestar shot the small gray cat a grateful glance.
He padded off to his den for some well-earned rest.
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