Here's my first Warriors Fan fiction!!! I hope it's good, and I'd be happy to get any reviews!! So if you like this, please review!!! Any helpful comments are appreciated!!!!
Disclaimer: Warriors and all of its characters (accept Balticwind and Ribbonfall, who are mine) belong to Erin Hunter, who writes the awesome series Warriors!!!!
Also, this book is set in The Darkest Hour, and I will try to stick with the plot of it. (I read it so long ago; I think I might as well re-read it just so this fiction turns out better!!!! Enjoy!!!!!!
Across an open moor, a single cat stretched into a long, fast run. It had short, bristly ruddy fur with white under-parts. Upon closer inspection, one would notice this cat had sage green eyes, which gave off a sparkle when hit by the sun at the right angle. Balticwind, as the cat was known by, slowed as she reached a steep drop, but without hesitation began picking her way down with ease and grace. At the final ledge she leaped, front paws first, then hind paws following, down towards more barren moor land. The gurgling laugh of water indicated a stream nearby. Balticwind reached another cliff, but this one she dared not try to climb. Instead, she looked down the gorge, and saw the stream that had formed it, moons before she had been born. Pleased that all was well, for the moment, Balticwind turned and followed the river's course as close as the cliff edge as she dared. She ran on and on, until a new sound could be heard. The water picked up its' pace, as it flowed around rocks, frothing and foaming, lashing out to spatter the shore and its occupants with its' furious spray. Balticwind skidded to a stop, just in time. The land she had been running on ended, just a few tail lengths form her paws. Replacing it, water gushed forth; fed by the stream she had been following, and hurtled down the cliff. The wind that always blew picked up, and Balticwind lifted her head, feeling the air caress her jaw, neck and chest, while the smell of Riverclan flowed into her nose. The smell that most Windclan cats despised, the smell that Balticwind loved, and the smell that meant she was on the border. She looked down at the rushing waters once more; remembering the tragedy that had occurred only yesterday. Bluestar, noble leader of Thunderclan, had given her life to save her clan, hurtling off the cliff and bringing a vicious pack of dogs with her as she plummeted down, into the churning waters, and to her, and the dogs as well. No animal could survive this deadly drop. Turning and following the cliff, the land slowly ebbed together, until Balticwind could finally spring down safely onto the land below. She found herself at the river, the end of Windclan territory, and the beginning of Riverclan ground. Sniffing the air, a contented look settled across Balticwind's face. He was here, just as promised at their last meeting, the gathering at the full moon. Now though, the moon was only a sliver, and it had been days since she had last seen him. That time had felt like moons though, for when they were apart, Balticwind could think of nothing but him. All her longing was gone now, for she was here, and they would be together soon. Opening her mouth, she began to call his name.
"Ribbon-"
Her voice rang out, but immediately died back, as a rustling in the undergrowth caught her attention before she could finish what she had begun to say. A white muzzle appeared from the bracken, accompanied by a pair of sparking amber eyes, and then the rest of a calico head and body appeared. Instead of being a normal calico, a patchwork pattern of varying greys covered the top of this cat. He smiled, taking a step forward, eyes continuing to glitter with happiness. Balticwind buried her head in his white furry chest, inhaling his scent.
"Ribbonfall." She whispered, listening to a rumble in his chest grow louder and louder, then eventually spread to her as well. They stayed that way for only a few moments longer, until Ribbonfall finally broke away and gave Balticwind a quick lick on her cheek.
"We must find a place more secluded than this." Ribbonfall mewed, "Or one day we will get caught."
Balticwind nodded. Many a nightmare she had had when they were caught, and punished for their love. At the thought of that happening, Balticwind shivered.
Ribbonfall started back towards the bracken. "Follow me, I've got the perfect place," he said, turning back to her. "And I've even got something for you there." He added.
Eager to see what he had for her, and to be with Ribbonfall undisturbed, Balticwind hurried into the bracken after him, her ruddy tail tip vanishing after her as she disappeared…