I have not had a story on Fanfiction because of an unlucky combination of computer crashes and schoolwork, but I full intend to finish this story!
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Prologue:

Lynxpaw

Lynxpaw walked along with Oaktail through the woods without asking a single question. Oaktail had shared the apprentice den with her since she first had become an apprentice. They had been the only 2 apprentices in all of Thunderclan (for most of the time) until he had become a warrior. They, obviously, had bonded a lot over the 4 moons they had known each other. Oaktail was kind of known as a sleaze among Thunderclan, because of some "misunderstanding" among some of the she-cats (he had visited them while they were sleeping).

Lynxpaw, however, knew better than the cats in the clan. Though Oaktail had some flaws, she had agreed to give him a chance. He had visited her in the hollow while she was eating a squirrel and had politely asked (pleaded) with her to come on this walk and talk about opportunities in their relationship (dating) and she, being surrounded by her friends who insisted he was a bad tom, reluctantly agreed. She had been itching to ask him where they were going, but dared not to offend him. For all she knew, he had done this with a lot of she-cats before.

She began to think briefly about Galestorm, a silver haired tom with green eyes, whom had once asked to date her when he was an apprentice. She had said yes, and had the best moon of her life. He was half Shadowclan, however, and had been snatched away by Shadowclan in an ambush while he was on patrol. They were trying to prove their dominance over Thunderclan by stealing an apprentice. She hadn't seen him at all since the last gathering at which he had tried (for the 3rd consecutive time) to come back to Thunderclan. Now that he was a warrior, he might be able to come back. She wondered if-

"We're here!" Oaktail exclaimed, snapping Lynxpaw out of her thoughts.

She looked around at where the dark haired tom had brought her. The trees parted here, revealing a clearing. A sparkling pool was in the center. Her mouth watered as her nose picked up the scent of her favorite food, mouse. Her tail whipped excitedly as she brushed her pelt against Oaktail, eyes shining. Her white and silver coat mixed with his brown one as she looked up at him, an incredulous look on her face.

"How did you find this place?" she asked, her face still looking weird as she took in her surroundings.

"I stumbled across it once when I was lost as an apprentice. I always wanted to bring you, but I could never work up the courage." Oaktail said, gazing down on her face.

Lynxpaw didn't believe this load of mouse dung for a second. Oaktail was a lot of things, but he was not sensitive. She resisted the urge to snort. Oaktail noticed this, and, thinking she was purring, licked the top of her head. He continued to her neck before she awkwardly broke away and said something about smelling a mouse and going away to hunt it.

She padded through the forest, ears turning rosy pink underneath her fur. She scented a mouse and started hunting it, so she could bring it back to Oaktail and not be lying. She found one and slowly crept along the cover of the trees. She pounced and bit the back of its neck, feeling warm blood flow into her mouth.

Carrying her kill proudly, she set back towards the clearing so she could save this date. What she saw when she got back, however, made her drop the mouse onto the dirty ground below.

Oaktail was floating in the pool, his dark brown hair matted with blood. An open wound in his neck flowed freely, staining the once wondrous, sparkling pool a dark red. Lynxpaw yowled and ran away as fast as she could. She was running toward the hollow, wheezing out sputtered breath. She couldn't remember how to get back, if only she hadn't agreed to this stupid date! She tried to be calm, but she couldn't. A rising horror in her chest was gagging her silently. She looked around frantically, knowing a killer was in this forest, knowing-

And that was when a very heavy cat jumped on her back from the tree above her.

Galestorm

Galestorm looked down at the frog in front of him in revulsion. Pine needles were littered in his silver pelt, prodding the skin underneath. He couldn't feel the heat of the sun in the shade of the many pine trees. Swamp mud covered his paws, he was starving, cats talked about him right in front of him and his spirit was broken. Ever since his 3rd moon of apprenticeship, he had been trapped in the evil of Shadowclan.

His mother, Grasstail, was a Thunderclan warrior who had this crush on his father, Viperfang, who was of course in Shadowclan. They had fallen in love and become mates and he had been conceived. This caused pandemonium between Shadowclan and Thunderclan, who had been looking for a reason to fight anyway. His sister and brother (Lightkit and Stormkit) were killed in the battle that ensued by a Shadowclan warrior and a Thunderclan warrior, respectively. He had survived and went to Thunderclan because Viperfang had died saving him after his siblings had been killed.

Shadowclan apparently wanted him very badly and had ambushed a patrol, killing his mentor and all the other cats in the patrol and kidnapped him. Now, in Thunderclan, life had been good. Sure, there was the occasional murmur and the looks of pity, but he had friends that would stick up for him like Aspenleaf and Lynxpaw. In Shadowclan, the food was disgusting, cats regarded him with disgust and his only friends were the kits whose hearts had not turned black like the rest of the cats there.

He heard a yowl from the High Rock as the mouse-dung-for-brains-leader of Shadowclan, Swampstar and tilted his head to look up at his ugly brown pelted face glaring down at them. He looked at his deputy, the only nice cat in Shadowclan, Peachfur, and she leaned into his ear and whispered what he was supposed to say.

Mouse brain, Galestorm thought to himself as Swampstar's ugly, scarred face rippled as he talked.

"Cats of Shadowclan, I have an announcement. There has been a murder in Thunderclan." Gasps echoed through the crowd as the shock registered. " An apprentice and a warrior, Lynxpaw and Oaktail," Galestorm's heart beat faster, "…were attacked. The warrior, Oakfoot, I think, was killed. The apprentice, Lynxpaw survived but suffers from serious injury," Galestorm felt faint, his stomach churning, "Every clan is on high alert. We do not know if the murderer will keep striking in Thunderclan or will kill in each clan. It is advised not to go out by yourself."

The one thought in Galestorm's was, indeed, I have to get back to Thunderclan.

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