A New Clan

by Isi Writer

On a mountain-side, a dangerous predator is hunting down the six clans that live on and around it. Together, a handful of warriors and queens, along with all six of the clans' kits are sent to a new home and to live a new life. Never to return, the clan cats embark on a perilous journey to keep the kits, and the heritage of the clans alive.

1. Prolouge

A/N: Hey guys! Previously, I've posted several one-shots but I feel as if their quality is pretty bad. I have come up with a new story (hence, this fanfic) and I am interested in what you guys have to say about it. As a warning, this "prologue" is written in a different view from the rest of the story.

So read and review! Let me know what I did good/ need to work on. Thanks! :P

The bright sunshine lit up the slightly moist leaves, making a forest of light. Prey ran in thick droves and many could catch the easy food if they simply tried. However, the cats that lived in the stunning forest, didn't match their surroundings. Many were ungroomed and they all had the same haggard look, one of starvation and defeat. Their eyes were dull, devoid of light and many had scars along their pelts.

There were six clans, MistClan, SkyClan, PeakClan, CreekClan, BirchClan and FoxClan, that lived on and near the small mountain they called home. They were usually bickering about some prey that was stolen or some cats crossing the borders, it was usually mayhem. But lately, they lived in peace with each other, united against the threat that was tearing them down.

You see, there was a new predator that was unknown to the cats before it appeared to a small patrol as a shadow, taking down and killing a fox easily. Soon after, it went after the clan cats, striking fear into each and every heart. The ones that saw the monster could never describe it to their friends and family, as it killed them before they could escape. The only thing known was that it was big, and had a golden pelt from the few glimpses from a look-out area.

Now, all of the clans lived in the same spot, the gathering place, as there weren't enough cats anymore to protect each clan's boundaries. At dawn, a patrol is sent out to hunt for the clans, and to gather as much prey as possible. Dawn was the only safe time to leave and enter camp as it was when the beast was never around, most likely sleeping. But situations got more dire and dire as leaf-fall ended and leaf-bare aroused, keeping prey to itself and blowing gusts of cold mountain wind into the clan cat's soft fur.

Now let us join our cat friends, and see what they come up with…