Thunder rumbled overhead as two figures raced across the land, their paws barely skimming the ground as they ran. Both of the figures were moving extremely fast, just blurry shadows among the reeds and bushes. The sky was deep purple, the clouds a dangerous shade of dark grey, and giant globs of water splashed on their fur. But they didn't mind, the only thing they cared about was getting to the thick mass of oak and birch trees on the opposite side of the lake. As midnight approached, they had newly found strength coursing through them to get to their destination.
They slowed as they caught a familiar, heathery scent. The tan and green grass of the moor was nearing each step they took. Runners could travel across the land but they had to keep the ancient code of only staying 2 to 3 fox lengths to the water's edge of the lake. They were not to hunt or cause any harm to the Clan that resided in the territory. At a brisk pace, they crossed the Windclan border into the bare and exposed land.
The cats couldn't run here, it was their law. Runners who are in a 'crossing Clan's' territory, could not run but only trot or walk. Still, they trotted as quickly as they could. As the old stream marker of Thunderclan and Windclan's territory came into sight, the air suddenly reeked stronger of rabbit and heather.
"Well, look what we have here." a voice snarled.
The two cats froze, spinning around to see the speaker.
The larger of the two invaders snorted, his pale golden fur spiked in annoyance. "What do you want, Rowandash?"
The tawny Windclan tom smiled, circling the two. His yellow eyes searched them, his gaze drifting along their bodies, reading their expressions. He knew why they were passing through his territory. He could hear the screams of agony from one of their queens all the way from his hunting session.
"Why must you go find Fernstream, when you already have a medicine cat?" he tilted his head, stopping to sit down beside the other cat, a brown-and-white she-cat with bright yellow eyes.
She growled at him, "None of your business. So go away."
"Oh feisty, I like her." he laughed dryly at the larger tom. "Dawnwhisker, you shouldn't be telling me to go away, when you are the one in my territory."
"Troutclaw, let's go. He's being a pain in the ass." Dawnwhisker muttered, shoving Rowandash and padding to join her companion who stood a few fox lengths away, his green eyes sparked with impatience. He nodded, leading Dawnwhisker away with an angry glare back at Rowandash.
The tom smirked, and padded off. But not before he yelled out. "Oh and by the way! I know about Dawnwhisker's little secret!"
Dawnwhisker stopped in her tracks and glanced back to yell at him but the tabby had already sped off. Her mind churned as she watched his black-streaked tail disappear over the ridge of a nearby hill. How could he have known?
Hope you guys liked it!
Sorry it's a really bad prologue. The chapters will get better I promise!
Fun-Fact: Troutclaw and Dawnwhisker are runners but they are mates. That's a no-no to have a runner mate if you are one!
Thanks! ~Miki