Okay, first chapter! Please excuse me if it's a little rough, it's my first ever story to be published on sites *blush* so I'm kinda not sure how it works. Plus, I have no idea how this is going to end up; I'm really just typing what turns up in my head. Also, the cats/animals can walk upright, they can also walk on all fours (I'm a Redwall fan!). Oh, and forgive me if I make a couple mistakes, I haven't read Warriors in around a year ;(.
Warriors the book series does not belong to me; I mean really, if I owned Warriors, do you really think I'd be here? Also, any mention of persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Shall we begin? Please R + R!
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled it's broken song to all the woodland creatures.
On this horrible night, a pale white blue-grey she-cat gave birth to four kittens. She licked their naked bodies very rapidly, trying to instill warmth and life into these little kits.
A sodden black tom stalked into the den, and flicked his tail angrily.
"Any news, Ravenclaw?" The she-cat asked loudly, so she could be heard over the shrieking wind.
"Only that another kit was lost today, Morningdew." Ravenclaw hissed, his tail flicking faster with each second passing.
Morningdew eyed the tail nervously. "Which one? Any of Burntleaves?"
Ravenclaw shook his head. "One of Fallenleaves'; Brackenkit."
Morningdew threw her head back and yowled her grief to the nursery's ceiling. "He was the one I pegged to live! How was he lost?"
"He fell in the swollen river."
"That shouldn't have been a problem. They can swim by his age."
"No, instead of going down the left path towards Gentlefall, he went right, towards Roundrapids."
Morningdew shuddered. That wouldn't have been pleasant.
"On a more positive note, what will we name the kits?"
"How about we wait until they grow fur, then we'll have the naming ceremony."
Morningdew nodded her head briskly, before resuming her licking of the kits.
Meanwhile, across the camp:
A wail pierced the night. A ruddy-brown she-cat shrieked her sorrow into the unforgiving night.
"Fallenleaves! Be quiet! You'll wake all of the newborn kits up!" A dark-crimson she-cat sitting beside her hissed loudly.
"I don't care! I'll wake 'em all up!"
"Are you sure? The newborn kits are Morningdew's…"
Fallenleaves got the point and shut up. "Let's go see them."