*Disclaimer: I do not and never will or want to own the Warriors series and it's characters etc.*
Spoiler Warning: Do not read if you haven't read "Warriors: The Darkest Hour"
||Prologue||
Sandstorm winced at the scent coming off of the dirtplace as she snuck through. It was the scent of fear, despair and blood that was coming from her Clan. She had to get away from it all. Shaking a bit of StarClan knew what from her back paw, Sandstorm inhaled the fragrant scent of the forest around her; even this was tainted with the scents of battle. But no matter.
Sandstorm had to get away.
As the iron-scent of blood began to fill Sandstorm's nose the battle scene came to view. Her eyes flashed with a dull horror at all that had happened. All thanks to Tigerstar's ambition. He deserved to die. A low growl rose up in her throat at the thought of the horrible tomcat. Sandstorm's green-eyed gaze travelled across the scene of the fight. Cats of all Clans, covered in drying blood and scratches, were splayed across the ground. Already flies were settling on the bodies and a vulture began to wheel overheard. Fury filled her heart and Sandstorm began to run around the battle-scene, swatting the flies away from the dead cats. She couldn't tell which cat was from where; the scent of blood and fear clogged her nostrils and prevented her from differentiating the different Clan odors. She didn't care, anyway.
In her blind fury Sandstorm stumbled over a smaller body of a cat. Landing face-first in the grimy, bloody dirt she lost her breath. Sandstorm raised her head, coughing out some dry dust that she had inhaled and breathing in. She turned around to see what had tripped her and stopped in horror, her eyes growing wide. Her creamy-orange tabby pelt seemed to tighten around her body and she backed away, her mouth open wide in shock.
"No…" She gasped, it couldn't be! But…the clear, blue eyes and the black pelt and the-she checked if it was there first- the white paw. And…and the purple collar. The one with the teeth in it. Scourge-the horrible, evil Scourge- was Starling. Starling. The tom she had fallen in love with when she was an apprentice; before Firestar.
But…this was impossible. Wasn't it?
Memories of her time spent with Starling-Scourge- filled her mind and filled her heart with sad longing. Star-Scourge had gone to this. After she had left he'd become a monster. And because of that…he was dead.
When had he turned? Sandstorm began to scour her memories of him for that one moment. Better to start from the beginning…
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