The night was still young as a dark tabby made his way through the undergrowth. He grumbled around his mouthful of vole as he limped along his way . He was sure that every fox and badger within miles could hear his clumsy gait as he tramped through the gorse. Stupid-as-mice twolegs with their stupid sharp sticks and their stupid language. Before he could continue his silent rant, however, the dark-furred cat made his way through a gorse tunnel into a clearing. This clearing was filled with cats, some mingling in the center around the pile of mice, voles and other small animals while others entered and exited various dens lining the clearing.
Just as he deposited his vole in the pile, he heard a gasp. "Dustpelt! What happened?" A gray-flecked apprentice ran up to him, her green eyes clouded with worry.
"Don't worry Fernpaw, I'm okay." He purred, rubbing his chin along the top of her head comfortingly. A large ginger tom who had been lingering by a large rock at the end of the clearing made his way through the crowd to approach the pair. "Dustpelt, what happened to your leg? Is there a fox we need to be worried about?" The concern in his voice reminded Dustpelt why this cat made such a good leader for the clan.
"No foxes, Firestar, but a twoleg. It wasn't like the other ones which just ignore us. This one came after me with a large stringed thing, and when he pulled it, an arrow nearly got me." Listening to the gasps from the surrounding gasps, Dustpelt couldn't help but enjoy the renewed vigor with which Fernpaw had begun grooming him with.
"This is troubling news indeed... Well, you had better go to Cinderpelt with that leg. I'll see to it that the patrols keep a sharp lookout." With a flick of his tail, he gestured to a smoky gray queen with large blue eyes who nodded and disappeared into a den momentarily, returning with leaves held carefully in her mouth. Dustpelt, gratefully began limping his way to her.
Later that night, when patrols had been sent out, Firestar made his way back to his den, deeply troubled. "Care to talk about it?" A teasing voice called out. Cinderpelt trotted up to him as well as her left hind leg (AN: let me know if this is the wrong leg) would allow. Firestar smiled tiredly, "You know me too well". He flicked his tail, indicating that she should come with him into his den.
Upon entering, Cinderpelt asked, "Is this about Dustpelt's leg?"
"It's not just him, other Clans are reporting similar incidents happening. If it was a fox or badger, we could just chase it out, but how to deal with a twoleg-"
He cut himself off as he noticed Cinderpelt gain a vague, faraway look in her eyes that was all too familiar. "What did they say?" He simply asked.
She answered: Only an arrow can hit the heart of this evil.
AN: Hello everyone! I have yet another fanfic in the works as you can see (I swear I will finish the others). I just couldn't let this idea go.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors series or any characters in it. I only own the one character who you will meet in the next chapter. Please read and review!