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Hi everyone and welcome to a new series I am making. This series is slightly based on an RP I have. There might be some changes, but it's still the same in a way. So I would like to thank all those kind and fun people I role-played with. You were all fun and I remember the days when we would role-play so fast. So without further ado here is the story.

Oh yeah before I forget, I don't own Warrior Cats cause it belongs to Erin Hunter.

GrassClan: Trouble Within

Prologue

A brown tom walked out of his den, which was located under a gigantic boulder in the middle of a large clearing. He was still half asleep and decided to wake himself up by stretching, so that he could flew his muscles. Once he was done he gave a small purr as he felt the nice and warm rays of the sun hitting him. He then jumped towards the top of the boulder and soon felt the cool and relaxing breeze of the wind. Closing his eyes he savored the feeling, as if he was eating a freshly caught mouse.

Slowly opening his green eyes, he was met with the great sight of cats below him. The cats were all busy with their own business and he watched, with interest, every single one of them. He could see the smile on their faces and smiled to himself, for he knew that everyone was happy.

He looked to one side to see two young cats, one who was yellow with white stripes and the other who had a golden pelt, playing around and playfully pinning each other. He purred to himself as he remembered the days when he too was young a carefree and the world was one big adventure.

Near the two young cats was a queen who was grooming her tiny kits. The kits tried to squirm away from her, as they were somewhat annoyed of the licking, but their mother's grasp was too strong and they just gave up. He gave a slight purr off amusement, for he remembered how kits are, but soon stopped when he remembered his own mother.

He never did know his mother and didn't know what she looked like. The only thing he was told about her was that she was a loner, a foreigner, to these lands and she left him.

Although he was saddened of the though, he shrugged it off thinking that she probably left him for a good reason. Yet he never knew what that reason was.

Moving his head to the right, he saw another group of cats this time a little older, even older than him, sitting next to one another while they shared tongues and each other's presence. One of them was rubbing her head on her partner while the other was purring with a smile.

The brown tom watched them for a while before looking away. He wished that someday he too would have a mate to love and spend his time with until he grows old.

Scanning the area he gave a satisfied smile knowing that everything was fine and safe. Everyone looked alright and he could scent no danger nearby. But that didn't mean that he had to take things easily.

There is always danger when you lived in the forest and those who are always alert find it and stay alive, while those who slack off miss it and fade away.

That's why he never let his guard down, and he also expected that the others don't either. For if they did not then their home will be in danger. Their home in which they live, hunt and sleep on. Their home which was composed of these cats and the area they stand on. Their home which they call their clan, the home they call GrassClan.

GrassClan, the home he and the other cats have sworn to protect. They were known as one of the bravest cats in the forest and most cats would turn tail at the sight of them. They had sharp claws that can cut through anyone's skin and strong muscles that would help them chase and pin any cat down.

But they were not all brawn, for they were also one of the most cunning cats around. They had great tactics that would surprise any cat they battled with. They would leap out of nowhere and defeat anyone by their great tactics.

All these great feats were the thing that made them feared and that is why the brown tom was proud to be their leader.

Like almost every kit I the clan, when he was young, he always dreamed of two things. First is being the strongest warrior not only in the clan, but in the entire forest. Second was becoming the leader of the clan.

He could remember telling some of the warriors, when he was young that 'I'm going to be the future leader of GrassClan.' Only to be met with small grins and replies like 'Yeah, sure, whatever you want.'

So once he became an apprentice, he trained hard and made sure to make his mentor proud of him. He would always make sure that he was ready for any challenge that was given to him and always set a goal for success.

He was later rewarded by becoming a warrior, and a defender of his clan. After that he set his sights for his second objective, which was to become deputy and later the leader.

It was a thought journey to become deputy, but after some hard work and countless of times of proving his loyalty and thrust worthiness. He soon became deputy.

The next stage was becoming the leader, but this was the part that he wasn't sure he could do. The only way for him to become leader was when the former one past away. So this made it difficult since he didn't want the one who appointed him deputy and trusted him the most to die.

So when it came the time for him to become leader, he always made sure that he would be as great as the last one.

Now he was the one who led his clan. The one they looked up too and asked for advice. He hoped that he would serve them well and knew that if they failed it was because of him.

His eyes soon caught a glance of another group of cats who were sitting near the boulder he was on. These cats were the same age as his and he knew them very well. They had a strong and sleek look and were not a force to be reckoned with. They were warriors and he trusted every single one of them and they trusted him.

A thicket colored tabby soon approached him. The tabby was strong and easily made his way up towards him. He greeted the cat with a nod as he looked at him.

"The hunting patrol is ready Owlstar." He said. "We are just waiting for you."

Owlstar looked towards the fresh-kill pile, his green eyes focusing at the pile of mouse, rabbit and other kinds of prey. He knew that it was already running low and that the clan would need more.

"Very well, Thicketclaw." Owlstar said before leaping down towards the warriors grouped down below the boulder. Thicketclaw followed him and landed just to his left.

He stood in front of him as they looked at him, waiting for his orders. They stood attentively, yet inside they already wanted to go and hunt.

"Alright…" He said as he motioned them, with his tail, to follow. "…let go."

He then led out of the camp and into the forest where all the prey could be found. He looked behind him to see his clan mates, who were now happily chatting with each other, and smiled.

He knew that he would have to tell them to be quiet later, so they won't scare all the prey, but he decided to do that later. 'Let them have their fun.' He though. 'You never know when it could all end.'

So that's the first part, I hope you enjoyed it. What do you think about this story so far? Please review so I can find out.