Note: I do NOT, I repeat, do NOT own Warriors.
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Prologue
It was a quiet night in the forest. No prey stirred in the depths of the woods, not even a single mouse. Everybody and everything was asleep.
The ThunderClan camp was as silent as a tomb. It was the middle of the night. The Snakerocks were deserted. No owl was in the branches of the massive tree next to the Snakerocks. No, nothing. There weren't even any monsters on the Thunderpath.
Far north, however, a shape padded down the side of the Thunderpath. A barn stood to the side of the road. Inside the barn, a plump black cat peered at the shape. Then, out of the shadows, it seemed, more shapes materialized.
Cats.
There was about fifty of them. The black plump cat, whose name was Ravenpaw, stared in curiosity.
The shape that led all the cats down the side of the road was an old grizzled tom cat. He had a scraggly excuse for a pelt and had patches of fur missing from his ears.
"Stoneteller, how far is the ThunderClan camp?" A young kitten that padded alongside the old tom asked. The old tom sighed. "It is still some distance away, Eagle's Talon."
Eagle's Talon groaned. "But we've been walking for a moon already!" "We only started the journey yesterday, Eagle's Talon", a slightly older cat reminded.
"Yesterday, a moon ago, it doesn't matter as long as we reach their camp." The old tom Stoneteller said patiently. The cats continued down the side of the road. The moon started to set and Ravenpaw yawned.