My first attempt at a Warriors fanfiction, so I hope it's good. This is the prologue. I decided to post this because the fanfic I'm working on is nearing it's conclusion (T-T) and I have nothing better to do, so... The chapters won't be long, but what I lack in quanity I hope to make up with in quality.
Disclimer: I don't own Warriors. That right is reserved to Erin Hunter - all 3 of them. I do, however, own Hawkkit and Nightkit, as they are my original characters. Steall and suffer -bares fangs-
Summary: Nightkit hasn't been the same ever since the night they invaded and took the life of her best friend. But what happens once day when an apprentice resembling Hawkkit - only older, fiercer, and stronger, with a cold brutality - shows up with his sister? What then? The rest of the Clan notes the resemblence as well, even though their leader, Darkstar, refuses to acknowledge it. And then what will happen when he is accused of murder and is chased out because of what could be a simple mistake and a sketchy past?
Prologue
Nightkit sat up, her soft eyes glowing in the darkness of the nursery. She flicked an ear as a pair of pale emerald eyes appeared on the other side of the dim den. Nightkit cautiously crept form her nest and scampered over to meet the other kit. A dark tabby tom kit leapt light out of the nest and landed with a muffled thump on all fours.
"Hawkkit!" Nightkit purred. "Can't sleep again?" she guessed, rubbing her cheek against her friend's.
"I keep getting a feeling that something's wrong," he replied, shifting his gaze around the nursery.
"You say that every time I ask!" Nightkit mewled loudly. Lowering her voice, she hissed, "I'm getting tired of that answer. Nothing's going to happen, Hawkkit."
"You don't know that for sure," Hawkkit replied gruffly.
"You don't know for sure something will happen," Nightkit replied.
Hawkkit snorted. "Of course you don't believe me," he growled. "No one ever does." Flattening his ears the tabby whirled and stalked off towards the far dark corner of the nursery.
Sighing, Nightkit padded after him at a slower pace. She should have worded her reply much more carefully. Hawkkit wasn't fully trusted of by the Clan because he'd been a rogue kit. His mother was found dead near a foxtrap around the border between her Clan and ThunderClan. He still hadn't gained her Clan's trust.
As she came up behind him she heard a loud yowl from outside the nursery and then a dark tabby streaked into the nursery. "Invaders!" he howled. "Quick! Quick! Get out!"
"I-Invaders?" one queen echoed.
"Yes! Rogue cats!"
Instantly the queens were on their paws, hastily gathering up their kits. Nightkit felt her mother's jaws close around her scruff and pull her back. Nightkit's brother, Swiftkit, was huddled between their mother's forepaws. Nightkit's friends' mother herded them, Rainkit and Spottedkit, towards the entrance of the nursery, and Nightkit's mother did the same.
Nightkit struggled away and twisted around to look at Hawkkit, who was trying to fight his way out. But the queens, frantic for their kits' safety, ignored the small kit and practically trampled him.
"He'll be fine!" Nightkit's mother snapped. "Someone will get him."
"He's not fine!" Nightkit protested. "Look at him! He can't get out! And no one will help him—no one cares about him!"
"That's not my problem. He's not my kit but you are. Now come on!"
Nightkit's mother clamped her jaws around her middle and hefted her into the air. Prodding and urging Swiftkit forward with her forepaws, their mother quickly got them out of the nursery.
Outside was madness. Warriors and apprentices were tackling and clawing at the band of attackers. The rogues were slim, not thin. They seemed too well-fed to be rogues, but not so much that they were kittypets. They were strong too. One rogue unsheathed long claws and torn open a massive, ragged wound in a stone-colored warrior's flank. The warrior cried out in pain and retreated.
A few other apprentices were guiding the queens and elders to the hidden back entrance of the camp while warrior distracted and drove away the invaders that tried to attack.
Nightkit searched for Hawkkit's familiar green eyes and finally saw them flashing towards her. Nightkit squirmed and her mother placed her at her paws. Nightkit bounced anxiously on her paws. Hawkkit had nearly reached them. Just a little more—
"Hawkkit!"
Nightkit saw a large rogue cat lunge suddenly from the shadows, jaws parted in a wide snarl. The rogue slashed at Hawkkit with long claws and the tabby was thrown to the side.
"Hawkkit!" Nightpaw shrieked.
Her mother twisted her head around, eyes wide and fur bristling in alarm. She swept her tail around her two kits and tried to get them going. Swiftkit struggled to pull ahead, but Nightkit fought to get back to Hawkkit. She felt her mother's paw grab at her and tug her back.
She screeched her friend's name again, but her mother finally had a firm grip on her and she felt herself being yanked away.
The rogue hissed as Hawkkit staggered to his paws, and tore its claws across his face, leaving behind a long claw mark over on eye. Hawkkit reared back, yowling in pain as he placed his forepaws to his face. Nightkit once again struggled against her mother's strong grip, but couldn't get free. She finally gave up and went limp as the rogue loomed over Hawkkit, fangs bore.
Hawkkit bristled, but glared up defiantly at the rogue.
Nightkit couldn't help but admire his courage.
Hawkkit was staring death in the face but he wouldn't give up.
Nightkit's mother spun er around as the rogue leaped at Hawkkit's throat.
She heard his sharp hiss.
Heard the spatter of blood.
Scented the coppery tang.
But all she saw was darkness as she squeezed her eyes shut, allowing her mother to guide her to safety with gentle nudges.
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When the last of the invaders had been driven out the ground of their camp was soaked with blood. Dead and wounded cats were littered throughout the camp. Nightkit slunk back into camp, pressed low against the ground. Her ears were flat and her fur spiked up. So this must be the disaster Hawkkit sensed coming, eh? …Hawkkit! Where is he?!
Nightkit shot up, eyes wide and ears cocked. She glanced around at all the wounded and limp cats but they were all too big to be Hawkkit! And none of them had that incredibly dark tabby pelt of his! No…the rogues…they didn't take his body…did they?! They wouldn't! Why would they want his body?! Why?!
Nightkit streaked away, ignoring her mother's cries and yowled, "Hawkkit! Hawkkit! Where are you?! Hawkkit!"
She couldn't find him. But he had to be here! His body, at least—he deserved a proper burial!
"Hawkkit…!" she wailed meekly, finally collapsing onto the ground.
She felt her father's tail curl around her, and heard her mother's soothing voice in her ear.
She was numb to it all, though.
Why Hawkkit? Why him?
Why?
If only someone had stopped to help him…then this never would have happened! He was only a kit! He didn't deserve this! He didn't deserve it…he didn't…he didn't…
He didn't…
Why did…
Why him…
It wasn't fair…he was only a kit…
Just…just a kit…
Eh, odd. I always have odd endings. I hoped you liked it. Remember, this is my first Warriors fanfic so humor me and leave a polite reveiw by clicking the little reveiw button, mkay?