Oh, hey. This is a notice. Writing warriors is not my specialty, so this would probably be the one and only story your going to get from me. The story is purely fanfiction, with made-up characters inspired by Erin Hunter's warriors series.
That said, read on.
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The half-moon hid behind some clouds, casing the world in darkness. The faint light of stars glittered in the vast stretch of sky, against a black nothingness of space. Glowing windows belonging to houses shone in the distance, covering the horizon with their sloping ceilings.
In the midst of slumber and silence, a small steady sound of steps echoed in a dilapidated cabin, in the center of the woods. It was from the pioneer years, and old-fashioned shelter made of logs with a brick chimney and rotting wood furniture. After years of insolation, the place had gained the scent of its surroundings. But it was still human-made, after all.
A faint silhouette of a broad shouldered tom appeared, his muscles rippling from underneath his striped abyssinian fur. The cat paused to scent the air, but detected nothing amiss except the strong scent of human. Hmm, so maybe those two-legged monsters have discovered this after all. The tom kept on padding forward, his pads scraping against the grainy wood.
In a fraction of a second, the light that was shining through the broken windows was obscured as a shadow flitted by. The tom froze, his ears straight and alert. There seemed to be a light, ominous hissing sound, or maybe he was imagining it. Two eyes glinted in the darkness, a sinister shade of emerald green.
In the dead of night, it looked like he was not alone.
Ha, the introduction. :P I'm probably going to work on the first chapter later, after some planning on how it will go. And between chapters, please review! It shows me that someone actually cares about this lame story, even if you say "I hate it". Yea...