Author's note: First off, thank you for reading this, it's honestly amazing to me that out of all the stories on this website, you decided to read this one. To give a little background, this story is heavily based off an RP I used to participate in whose clan name is this story's namesake. The clan died off mere months ago after nearly three years! While RPing, I became, and I still am very close friends with the person who started the clan, and after reminiscing with her, I decided to write out the stories I and many others made up while RPing and she agreed. This story serves as a tribute to the clan. Constructive criticism is welcomed and much appreciated!
Disclaimer: This story is based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. I do not claim any ownership to the ideas I took inspiration from. Many of the characters in this story are not my own, and they belong to their respective owners/creators.
Special thanks to my aforementioned friend for not only creating this clan, but for also supporting me in this idea and helping me write it.
Update: Adjusted formatting because it looked strange and corrected some grammar mistakes.
Prologue
A dark russet red she-cat wandered amongst a grove of towering, star-strewn trees. The sound of her pawsteps mingled with the creaking of the branches up above. A look of confusion adorned her face as she scanned the starry landscape. She recognized this place, but she knew not why she was there. The she-cat felt compelled to call out for someone, she opened her mouth but words would not come out. Instead, her mind told her to simply listen. She pricked her ears, quickly realizing that there was a voice coming from the trees. It was barely audible, but she concentrated on its sound.
"Beware," the trees whispered, "beware."
The she-cat's confusion worsened, and she finally managed to find her voice.
"Beware what?" She asked, looking around to see if there was any discernible source of the voice.
"Beware!" The trees bellowed, "for a snake lies in the grass."
"Wh-" The she-cat was cut off as a sharp pain coursed through her leg.
She let out a cry of agony and looked down to find a snake, its venomous fangs sinking into her paw. Panic-stricken, she shook the snake off and it slithered away with a sharp, defiant hiss. The she-cat gasped and staggered before collapsing. Her vision started to blur as she looked around, she opened her mouth the call for help, but she was silenced again.
A gust of wind ruffled her fur as the trees spoke again, their voices beginning to fade along with darkness "beware, beware. If you do not prepare the strike will be your fall."