AN: This is a fanfiction that is based on Into the Wild. DO NOT STOP READING WHEN YOU SEE THE FIRST LINE OF THE PROLOGUE! (No allegiance since it's basically the same as Into the Wild.) I do not own Warriors.
Prologue
Rusty woke up. He had been dreaming about joining a group of cats called clans and finally dying in a great battle. But when he looked around, he saw he was in a forest, not his home. Had it been for real? He looked around when he realized he was in Starclan. He noticed an elderly cat padding up to him.
"Greetings, young one," he rasped.
"Where am I?" Rusty inquired.
"You are in Starclan," the cat replied.
"So… I'm dead?" Rusty asked, worried about the answer he would receive and regretting asking the question.
The elder sighed. "I'm afraid you are."
"But… how?" Rusty choked out.
"A twoleg found you and… well, killed you," the old cat admitted sadly.
"Why?" Rusty demanded.
"Twolegs do strange things." A blind, old, gray tom was walking up. "It's been a long time since I've been here."
"Are you…Rock? I saw you in my dream," Rusty questioned.
"How much did you show him?" the other elder asked him.
"From Crookedstar's birth to the defeat of the Dark Forest," Rock answered.
Rock turned to Rusty. "You shall have another chance at life later. The cats you know shall still exist though. Soon."