Well, here it is, you guys!! A Single White Paw is done, and the second book is here!! This book is called A True Heir. Here is the prologue, enjoy! Also, I want to thank my first fans for sticking with me!
Oh, one last thing! This book takes place a season after the last book. The last book ended in Leafbare, so this book takes place next Greenleaf.
The moon cast an ominous glance across the ally. A brown tabby tom lurked through tunnels and alleys through the night. Unexpectedly, he was thrown and pinned down.
"You! I thought we banished you from the BloodClan territory!" he whispered. He got up and fought back.
"Yes, Bark, you did. But banish is nothing but a word, you see. And, it's a free neighborhood." The mysterious tom slashed Bark back, managing to create a cut on his shoulder. The wound bled, and the blood pooled on the ground in liters. Bark knew there was no use. Claw had his reinforced claws. But, Bark was going to fight to the death. Bark bowled Claw over, and scratched his exposed belly. His back claws left marks, making blood leak out of Claw's belly. Claw hissed, and pushed Bark off of him. Then, Claw lunged at his neck with exposed claws. Bark moved to the side and jumped on his back, and bit his scruff. Bark forced the tom to the ground, and scratched the top of his head, dangerously close to the eyes. Claw howled, and pushed Bark off with bucking his legs. Bark slammed into a brick wall.
"You listen here, Bark. Your pathetic little clan is no match for me and the exiles. Run back to your little clan, and wait. Before you know it, you will be the last one left." Claw turned around and ran into the bushes. Bark tried his best to claw him one more time, but failed. The world around him was spinning, and the blood had only begun to clot. Bark got up, painfully, and carried himself to the BloodClan ally. When he got there, a she cat and tom greeted him with worry.
"Oh, my darling! What happened?" The she-cat covered him in licks.
"Brother, what happened? You look horrible!"
"Fern, Stone, don't worry. He's back. I got in a fight with him." Fern and Stone gasped. He was back. And ready for revenge.
"No, then, Mossflower!"
"Yes. Tomower, if she doesn't come, Fern, go to the forest and retrieve her. She is BloodClan's only hope. If she saved ThunderClan, we can count on her here. Like the prophecy says." Bark fell onto the floor, unconscious. Stone dragged his brother to Fern's den, where she treated him. Fern turned to her other son.
"Like the prophecy says, dear one. Like the prophecy says. Stone, we thought this was the end. But, its only the beginning." Stone shuddered and lied down, watching his brother, as the first trickles of lights began to shine over the Up walker shelters.
A golden tom and black she-cat lay down in the ThunderClan nursery. The black she-cat was nursing her three moon old kits. The golden tom purred and licked her ear, and the black she-cat purred back.
"Mossflower, look at Thunderkit! His eyes are so golden!" Lionblaze exclaimed. Mossflower's five kits, Thunderkit, Riverkit, Windkit, Shadowkit, and Bloodkit, opened their eyes are started to crawl around.
Thunderkit, an exact replica of her father, was the firstborn, and a natural leader. When he crawled somewhere, the other kits followed willingly. Riverkit, a silver she-cat, looked like her brother, Stone. Windkit was a tom, with white with black spots. Shadowkit was pure black she-cat, with a spotted white tail. And, Bloodkit looked just like his mother.
Icefrost was in the nursery too, nursing Mousewhisker's kits. Her two kits, Moonkit and Starkit, crawled around with Mossflower's kits. Mossflower purred at the sight of the little ones. Mossflower let out a little squeak, and pulled Riverkit back. The little kit almost left the nursery! Mossflower was so happy, but, soon, she would be needed.