A cross over between Warriors and Wolf's Rain. The story takes place moments before Kiba's death. This story is full of spoilers for both Warriors and Wolf's Rain so watch out!
Warning: Rated T for death and violence.
Prolouge
Cold, never had he been snow cold. Darknes and blinding white snow was all he could see, black and white, black and white, repeat again and again, growing fainter and fainter.
Had he come this far just to die? They were all dead now, all gone. Blue had been killed by Darica. A distraught Hige ordered Tsume to kill him so he could be with his lover forever more. Tsume had died at the fangs of Darcia. Toboe had been shot by Blue's old master. Cheza, she had gotten what she had wanted all along: to be able to bloom at last. And what of Darcia? His mangled corpse lay before him, forever still against the blinding snow.
The only thing he had to look foward to now was death. Faint memories of puppy hood days flashed in Kiba's mind. An elder was telling the pups a secret of death: when you were truly close to your demise all memories of former lives would rush back to you.
Was it true? Kiba wondered to himself as he froze more and more in the freezing snow. Perhaps if no memories came this wouldn't be his final end. All he could do was lay there, watching the snow fly past in front of his yellow eyes.
He heard a sound he would least expect now of all times. Far away in the distance he could hear the crackeling and crunching of a feirce forest fire. The flurries of ice and snow were slowly being replaced by a burning forest, ash and cinders were constantly falling from the sky, remants of charred branches. The yowling of cats were audible now, then the fear scent of cats.
More voices were heard above the inferno, the loudest a she-cat. She was calling a name, no, she was calling his name.
"Snowpaw! Snowpaw!" The white tom whirled around, eyes watering with the smoke that was choking the whole of ThunderClan territory to death. He could see the soot stained shape of his mother fighting her way toward her only son in the blaze.
"Mother!" Snowpaw raced toward her mother, who franticly licked his ears in worry. Winterstar was the leader of ThunderClan, his father, Gingerstep was the deputy.
"Snowpaw listen to me! Go to the edge of the territory and find a safe haven!" Winterstar demanded, blue eyes sparkling in the inferno.
"No I won't leave you and the Clan." the young apprentince argued, swishing his tail side to side angrily.
"That's an order Snowpaw! I can't stand you to be killed. Go now before the flames kill you." Winterstar meowed harshly before speeding back into the flames and back to camp to assist the cats that had failed to escape.
"Mother!" Snowpaw called again, narrowing his eyes to see the smudge of his mother be suddenly devoured by a exploding oak tree.
"Mother!" he yowled again. Winterstar was gone, burned to a mere crisp in the blaze. Snowpaw's heart ached for him to go back to help Gingerstep but his paws firmly followed his mother's last order; leading him through the dark forest and into the unknown.
Far off he could still here the flames and the renewed screeches of terrified cats as the fire hit RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan. After what felt like moons the exhausted ThunderClan apprentince stumbled into the safety of a half decomposed stump, closing his eyes shut, drowning out the fire's cries.
Well that's the first chapter of Warrior's Rain! Tsume, Blue, Toboe, and Hige will be in the story very soon. Stay tuned for the next chapter: Thunder, River, Wind, and Darkness.