YAAAAAAAAAAAAY A VIEWERS WRITE THE PLOT FANFIC :D So this is how it works, I'll start Chapter 1 introducing the main character and setting, and then the first reviewer says what should happen in the next chapter :3 Then once that chapters up, the first person to review the that chapter decides whats next after it, and so on, and then I write the chapters on what the reviewers say to write next ;D Fun, right? Well anyway, lets get started, shall we? ^0^~ Its just rated T for now, but can be moved up to M if somebody suggests inappropriate things like lemons, fluff, or intense gore for a chapter, so don't be embarrassed to suggest those xD
Oh, and the Clans in here are FlameClan, EmberClan, and AshClan. FlameClan lives in a pine forest and is mostly like ShadowClan, EmberClan is in a regular forest and is mostly like ThunderClan, and AshClan lives in the moors and mostly acts like WindClan with more of a RiverClan personality.
The sun was just peeking the distant mountaintops, casting a warm glow of the sunrise across the land. Padding steadily through the forest was a sleek black she-cat, leading the dawn patrol. Trailing behind her was a fairly large mud brown tom and a smaller light gray tabby tom. Nightsong wrinkled her nose with distaste, much preferring the company of herself and nothing else. But there was nothing that could be done about that, was there?
Padding along the sun dappled border with FlameClan, the female wondered what could be done about the two toms, Mudpelt and Silverclaw. The only time she liked the company of toms was when she was doing some aggressive flirting, and that only happens when she goes into Yarrowfang's (the medicine cat) den and steals some catnip. She steals it all the time, goes out into the forest, and lets herself go wild. Its not like its leafbare and Yarrowfang has a good use for it anyway, unless someone manages to get Greencough in the middle of Greenleaf.
Suddenly, she stopped, her body ridged and tense as she scented the air. Mudpelt and Silverclaw both looked confused. "I think I smell badger. You two stay here, I'll go and check it out..." Signaling for them to stay low, she leaped into a tree, chuckling at their feeble trust in her. Weaving from branch to branch, she was soon out of sight and leaped off, running through the forest swiftly away from them, feeling free and alive as the wind brushed past her fur.
But her run was all too short as she reached where the FlameClan, EmberClan, and AshClan borders met, at this huge, knarled, strangely twisted tree they called Twisted Tree. It was usually where meetings happened.
Glancing over into FlameClan territory, she started, a pare of gleaming green eyes watching her. "Hello? Who's there? Its not polite to hide yourself you know, and your even being so clumsy about it as to let me find you instantly." Nightsong snarled, not catching his scent as he was downwind of her. She let out a stubborn growl, her sharp blue eyes intense. She didn't like to be watched, and those strange green eyes seemed to be mocking, giving her a slightly sinister feeling.
Then, whoever was waiting on the other side stirred and showed its self.
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