WORRIORS THE FIRST CLANS
Hellen a rouge cat is sent on a journey by a group of spirits called starclan. Her mission is to bring cats to a lush forest close to the mountains. But what she doesn't relies is that she is has a great destiny, she is about to become Icestar, the first leader of thunderclan!
Hellen ran as fast as she could. Her white tabby fur fluffed up against the cold harsh winds that blew across the barren mountains. Her ice blue eyes searched the cliffs for a place to shelter from the wolfs that was chasing her. She herd one of them yipping at her tail she jumped off the edge of the cliff and landed and her paws though fairly dizzy.
She looked up, confused she had never been this far from her mother into the mountains. Her mother had told her never to go this far alone since she was a kit and even know when she was more than eight seasons old she was still treated like a kit
Well now she was fresh kill the wolves started scrambling down the cliffs towards her at an alarming pace. She ran faster than she ever did in all her life and lunged for another cliff scrambling up. Her heart raced as she clambered to the top of the mountain.
And then she saw it. The mountains, her mountains the ones she had known and loved all her life, the ones where she had been born to, the ones that she was racing across, the ones that she knew so well just melted away. There was only one mountain and it seemed far apart from all the other mountains that there was something strange about it, something that quickened the pace of her heart.
As her eyes wandered far across this new land she saw a forest its green trees blowing in the wind. And vast plains beyond. Not rock or granite but dirt plants and plentiful streams of water that raced through
The howling of the wolves brought her back to her senses. The wolves were almost at the top of the mountain. With her last burst of energy Hellen heaved herself down the slope towards the forests.
The wolves stopped. She was not in there territory any more. She was not there problem.
Hellen raced down past the singular mountain towards the shelter of the forest though the mountain seamed to be … calling her.
Hellen looked around at the lush green forest that surrounded her. Never in all her life had she seen such a thing. The forest was lush and green. She could see prey scuttling beneath the thick layers of pine needles that lay on the forest floor. Soon she came to a river so full of fish that she could almost taste them. She ran deeper and came out onto a moorland that was filled with rabbits. Her mouth was watering from just looking at them. And best of all there was not a cat, wolf, dog or any other animal around. For once she was content. She let the fur on her shoulders lie flat. But when she turned around all she could see was the strange mountain.