The Cat of the Stars
Disclaimer- I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter does. However, I do own the plot and some characters. So don't sue me.
PROLOGUE
Mist covered the land as night fell. Four cats sat at the edge of a small pool in a clearing surrounded by trees you could barely see through the mist. One was blue-grey with silver around her muzzle, one was a dark, hunched tom, the third was a big light-brown tom, and the last one was a black tom with a tall, white-tipped tail. The light-brown tom stepped forward, and addressed the others.
"Bluestar. Tallstar. Nightpelt. You all know what is coming. I have chosen a cat." As the tabby finished speaking, a small brown tabby cat appeared in the reflection of the water.
"Are you sure this is the one, Crookedstar?" the silver-grey one meowed. "He is so young!"
"Yes. I am sure, Bluestar." he replied. And then they all faded into the mist.
CHAPTER 1
I am a brown tabby cat named Elly, with brown fur, amber eyes, and everyone says I have a sweet temper. I am pregnant, and Midnight is my proud mate. Midnight is pitch-black with green eyes and of the quiet sort, but a nice cat once you get to know him. Pumpkin is a fat orange tabby, good-natured and the kind you'd expect to be around in time of need. We live with the Twolegs, two of them-one male, one female.
One day, our housefolk came in the room, leading something by a "leash", as the housefolk called it. And on the other end was…A DOG!! How could the housefolk do that; didn't they know that dogs sometimes eat cats!?! Midnight, Pumpkin, and I raced outside through the swinging flap in the wall-that- opens. The dog, horribly, went to the wall- that- opens and scratched at it, and the male housefolk actually opened the wall- that- opens for the dog!!! It chased after us and pinned me down because I am slow, with the kits in my belly. I squirmed until I could see that the male housefolk had disappeared into the nest, and couldn't help us. The dog opened its mouth and its putrid breath poured over me. The dog was huge, and I was no match for it. The dog said, "Get out, or I will kill you. You have until sundown." The sun was getting low in the sky, so we set off, rubbing our heads against the housefolk's legs and mewing goodbye, even though we knew they wouldn't understand. We would miss them, for they had been good to us. We climbed over the fence and padded into the nearby woods.
For three suns we walked in the woods. On the forth sun, we came to a place where we might settle. It was a clearing in the woods and an abandoned barn teeming with mice bordered one side of it. A small stream trickled at the edge of the clearing. We decided to stay there, as I would have my kits soon. The barn was warm so we decided to sleep there.
A few suns later, I had my kits. Three of them, one brown, one black like Midnight, and one gray with black speckles-like my brother was. The speckled one and the black one were she-cats. The brown tabby was a tom.
We named the black one Cinder, the speckled she-cat Smolder, and the tabby tom Mouse. For three moons we stayed there.
