This is a different type of Warriors story. It takes place in the future where a sickness nearly kills all the cats from the clans. The survivors find out the ones who died have come back alive, with a taste for cat blood.
The cats refer to the undead as "Walkers". Also, they have discovered if you are bitten by one, or killed by one you will come back to life as a Walker.
Walkers usually have bloody and scratched fur. Some are missing eyes or teeth, or have their heads cut open. They usually have white eyes.
If you want to submit a cat for this story PM me. I would just make this a Create-A-Cat but they are against the rules unfortunately. For now, I'll just use my own cats.
Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.
Prolouge
Spottedfur blinked open her eyes, she had an uneasy sleep last night and had many thoughts racing throughts her mind. The battle. Escaping. Thornstar. Her mind ached. She looked over and saw Featherheart looking over at her sympathetically. "Do you need any herbs?" she asked, shuffling the berries and leaves that she barely managed to take with her.
Spottedfur shook her head. "We need to save those for any others survivors we find." the dappled tortoiseshell she-cat mewed.
A dark ginger she-cat who was sitting a fox-length away on a hollow log snorted. "Other survivors?" she echoed. "Are you crazy? Everyone is dead!"
"We don't know that," Featherheart mewed gently. "We haven't seen anyone from CreekClan or AirClan yet."
Spottedfur nodded in agreement. "You can't jump to conclusions so soon Robinfeather, there might be survivors from those clans too, hiding like we are." Robinfeather rolled her eyes. "I doubt that, as far as we know the only survivors are us and those ForestClan freaks!"
Spottedfur didn't argue this time. Mainly because there was no way she was going to get through to the stubborn she-cat and because she agreed with her on ForestClan. They didn't even deserve to be called a clan anymore in her opinion.
They were traitors.
Suddenly rustling sounds in the bushes alerted her. She got to her paws and began to back away. She heard Featherheart whimper behind her. Robinfeather leapt of the log and ran over to the she-cats. "We have to go! Now!" she said, her voice tinged with fear.
As she spoke, three or four moving shapes came out of the bushes. Their fur was matted and their eyes were white and bloody. Their pelts looked an unnatural color of an abnormally pale gray. They let out low moans and turned towards the three she-cats.
"Ahhh!" Featherheart yowled in fear. Spottedfur ran over to the she-cat and nudged her away. The three of them then broke into a hasty run for their lives.
Spottedfur managed to look back and saw the Walkers limping after them as fast as they could. They smelled of blood and death.
She led the way navigating through the marshy territory which had once made up SwampClan territory. Suddenly they stopped at the river. On the other side was where CreekClan territory was. She gasped.
"Come on! What are you waiting for!" Robinfeather hissed. Spottedfur's gaze was locked ahead. Fear ran through her like a snake bite to the tail.
"Come on!" Robinfeather repeated, she sounded more desperate. They Walkers that were chasing them must be close.
Spottedfur raised a paw pointing ahead. Robinfeather followed her gaze and gasped. At least thirty Walkers were across the river moaning and groaning. They were slowly limping across the tree-bridge which connected SwampClan and CreekClan's territories. Heading over to the three she-cats.
"Guys!" Spottedfur stopped gazing at the river and turned to the former Medicine Cat of SwampClan who was running over to them. The four Walkers that had been chasing them were only a two fox-tails away.
Spottedfur arched her back and hissed. "Stay back!"
The Walkers moaned then began to leap forward one of them managed to push Featherheart to the ground.
"No!" she and Robinfeather cried in unison.
Featherheart was desperatley trying to get the Walker off of her while the Walker kept scratching her pelt and trying to sink it's fangs into her neck.
Spottedfur leapt at the Walker and pushed it off her friend, she sunk her claws into it's throat. It convulsed and suddenly exploded blood. Featherheart and Spottedfur both stood in horror with their pelts covered in blood.
Meanwhile, Robinfeather was taking on the other three Walkers by herself. "Try to bite my flea-pelt!" Robinfeather growled. The Walkers moaned and began swiping at her with their unsheathed crooked claws.
"Forget them!" Spottedfur called to the arrogant she-cat. "We need to escape!"
Luckily, Robinfeather had enough sense to listen and the three she-cats ran away from the river and ran back into the swamp. The Walkers seemed to have forgotten about them and were busy trying to devour the Walker that exploded, licking blood from off the shore.
The she-cats kept running nonstop. If they did stop the Walkers might be able to find them and kill them faster. Spottedfur kept running with Robinfeather and Featherheart behind her. Suddenly she heard a cat's voice.
"Can we stop now?" it was Robinfeather that spoke. The dark ginger she-cat was out of breath. Her pale amber eyes looked weak. "Were you bitten?" Spottedfur suddenly asked.
"Of course not frog-brain!" Robinfeather hissed. "I'm just tired of all that running! We shouldn't be running! We should have stayed and fought with our clan! With all the clans!"
"We couldn't have!" Featherheart hissed uncharacteristcally. "Poppystar asked me to go to the Moon-Rock to share tongues with StarClan, she asked you two to come with me? Remember?"
"Yes, I remember." Robinfeather muttered.
"StarClan warned me that they had no control over the sickness, that I had to find as many cats as possible and escape, because there was no possible way for the SwampClan to win the battle." she murmered.
"Yes, and we followed their orders! Now look at us? We're weak and alone!" the dark ginger she-cat growled.
Spottedfur had to stop herself from slashing Robinfeather's muzzle. "We're not weak! And we're not alone! StarClan will always be with us! My mother didn't die for nothing! We'll rebuild SwampClan! We'll rebuild all the clans!"
Robinfeather chuckled. "There probably aren't even enough cats left to make one clan, let alone four."
Featherheart rested beside the dark ginger she-cat. "Have faith."
Robinfeather began to laugh loudly. "Faith? Are you insane? StarClan isn't real! If they were why would they let this happen? Why would they let the Clans be destroyed by these monsters! Monsters that were once our own clanmates!" Robinfeather's voice broke into a wail. "Everyone I know is dead! It isn't fair! My mother, father and littermates! Gone!"
Spottedfur had never seen the she-cat like this before. She usually acted like the leader, and never showed her emotions. She seemed has broken and lost as she was. As they all were.
"Losing Poppystar was hard," Spottedfur struggled to keep her voice steady. "But crying isn't going to bring her back, we need to leave the territories and rebuild the Clan. Any other survivors have probably already left or were killed and turned into walkers by now."
Robinfeather stopped her wailing and nodded.
"Then it's decided." Featherheart agreed.
"What about Thornstar? What if he finds out we're alive?" Robinfeather asked.
Spottedfur stiffened when Robinfeather mentioned Thornstar. When the sickness called Redcough broke out and began to kill then transform cats into Walkers, he saw this as an oppurtunity to gain power. He attacked the other Clans and recruited rouges and loners who were afraid of the Walkers. He became a tyrant. His clan grew very large and strong and he kept guards everywhere so no Walker would ever get close to ForestClan camp without being killed.
Thornstar's next goal was to rid of any cats that weren't from ForestClan. He sent out scouts and asked around rouges and loners who didn't join his clan. If he found out that there were any survivors he would send out patrols to find them and kill them, in fear they would overthrow him from his leadership.
"We didn't see any scouts." Poppyfur mewed carefully. She didn't want to worry her friends.
Featherheart looked unsure. "We were traveling around a-lot, and we must have made lots of noise when the Walkers found us. We could have been spotted."
The tortoisehell she-cat nodded to her light gray friend. "That may be true, but we're leaving the territories and he probably won't have enough guts to come after us past the territories." she assured them.
"Stop your worrying and lets just go." Robinfeather mewed impatiently getting to her paws. "It's dusk now. We should probably try to go as far as possible before anyone or anything spots us."
Spottedfur nodded. "Lets go."
The three she-cats began padding across the marshy ground that had once been their homes since they were kits and started to trek away into unknown land.
AN:
As you could have guessed, Spottedfur is our main character here. Poppystar was Spottedfur's mother in case I didn't mention that specifically.
I've been reading a lot of stories on fanfiction written by great authors and I was inspired to write this.
POV's in chapters will go like this: Spottedfur, Thornstar, ?, Spottedfur, Thornstar, ?
The ? stands for any character I feel like giving a POV to, it won't be the same all the time.
PLEASE Read and Review. Most of my other warrior stories get an average of 0-2 reviews per chapter. I'm not trying to sound rude or like I'm complaining but I really want to get feedback on my writing and to know if you guys like it. Isn't that what was made for?
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