Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS, OR SHADOWCLAN. I just made up Coldpaw/foot.
Prologue
Coldpaw sat up, breathing in gasps. He had a fitful night, and he had just woken up. Only a few sun-highs ago, he decided that he was finally ready to go back to his Clan. Every night he had the same nightmare, over and over again, that the cats of ShadowClan would not accept him back into his birth-Clan
He shook off the thought. Of course they would welcome him back, especially his mother, Russetfur. He had terribly missed her, and had hung around outside the Clan camp often. Even when the Clans left for their new home, he had followed.
His orange-grey fur stood up in clumps as he ate the remains of last night's dinner, licked his chest to smooth his ruffled fur, and started off. It's a beautiful morning, Coldpaw thought. He walked through the dark pine-forest, becoming more and more nervous with every step. His pace quickened, and finally he was speeding through the forest, and soon arrived at a clump of bracken. The bracken rustled, and out popped a familiar head.
Almost too familiar, it made Coldpaw gasp.
"Coldpaw?" the russet-colored cat inquired.
"Yes, mother, it's me," Coldpaw growled.
This is my first story! Yayness! Please R&R!!!