A gray she-cat stood at the edge of a river. Cats stood around her, snarling and growling at the opposite bank. but the she-cat betrayed no emotions. Her fur was flat, her blue eyes blank. On the opposite bank, three lone toms stood. They were large. Larger than two or three of the she-cat's warriors. They were all black, all eyes amber. They flashed with malice, and blood pooled around their paws. Great pines loomed behind them, their shadows all but hiding the dead cats under the moonlight.
The she-cat stepped forward, paws splashing in the slow, lethargic river. "You have taken everything from me." she whispered. Her eyes filled with sorrow, but remained dry. She was all out of tears. One of the black toms, the largest, let out a piercing laugh. "Well, well, well, Stormstar! So pleased to see you!" he exclaimed,
baring fangs as large as his claws. "Ready to give up?!" he cackled. "Ready to join Frogleap, and Green-"
"Don't say his name!" Stormstar snarled. "My kits will be avenged this night, Jab!" The toms laughed louder. Stormstar took another step into the river. Her sleek RiverClan fur stood on end, but not because of the cold. The cats aropound her were silent.
Calico, tortoiseshell, tabby, white, ginger, gray. All of the Clans were here. But Stormstar was the last leader. Kits were huddled at the edge of the group, the size of one Clan, even though all were present. Elders stood at the front next to apprentices, next to warriors of every size. The one time when all Clans were united. Hopefully not the last.
Stormstar walked into the river, stopping when the water lapped at her belly. One of the toms called out to her. "You don't have the guts to cross the river!" he yowled, whiskers twitching. Stormstar flattened her eyes against her skull and charged, yowling vengeance. Her cats streamed behind her.
Giggling madly, the three toms jumped amidst the ctas, bringing cat after cat down, blood soaking their fur. Stormstar sat in the middle of the battle, no cat touching her. She stared up at the moon. Silverpelt shone down, a bright flash of what she had lost.
Pain pierced her to the bone as she remembered Frogleap, her mate. Greenpelt, Brightmoon, Thornfur, her kits. Foxfur, Moonwhisker, her brother, sister. Everyone she loved, gone to join her ancestors. A single tear traced down her cheek. Then she turned, eyes blazing, to the toms, standing out like dark, shadowy beacons.
She dove at them, yowling with fury, ignoring her clanmates bodies beneath her. they were laughing, and stood together, flinging their prey away. Not caring about anything, she pounced on top of Jab. Strength flowed through her paws as her kits appeared next to her, holding down the other two toms. Her mate was beside her, giving her strength. She placed her jaws around Jab's neck.
She bit down.
Everything went black.
The she-cat stepped forward, paws splashing in the slow, lethargic river. "You have taken everything from me." she whispered. Her eyes filled with sorrow, but remained dry. She was all out of tears. One of the black toms, the largest, let out a piercing laugh. "Well, well, well, Stormstar! So pleased to see you!" he exclaimed,
baring fangs as large as his claws. "Ready to give up?!" he cackled. "Ready to join Frogleap, and Green-"
"Don't say his name!" Stormstar snarled. "My kits will be avenged this night, Jab!" The toms laughed louder. Stormstar took another step into the river. Her sleek RiverClan fur stood on end, but not because of the cold. The cats aropound her were silent.
Calico, tortoiseshell, tabby, white, ginger, gray. All of the Clans were here. But Stormstar was the last leader. Kits were huddled at the edge of the group, the size of one Clan, even though all were present. Elders stood at the front next to apprentices, next to warriors of every size. The one time when all Clans were united. Hopefully not the last.
Stormstar walked into the river, stopping when the water lapped at her belly. One of the toms called out to her. "You don't have the guts to cross the river!" he yowled, whiskers twitching. Stormstar flattened her eyes against her skull and charged, yowling vengeance. Her cats streamed behind her.
Giggling madly, the three toms jumped amidst the ctas, bringing cat after cat down, blood soaking their fur. Stormstar sat in the middle of the battle, no cat touching her. She stared up at the moon. Silverpelt shone down, a bright flash of what she had lost.
Pain pierced her to the bone as she remembered Frogleap, her mate. Greenpelt, Brightmoon, Thornfur, her kits. Foxfur, Moonwhisker, her brother, sister. Everyone she loved, gone to join her ancestors. A single tear traced down her cheek. Then she turned, eyes blazing, to the toms, standing out like dark, shadowy beacons.
She dove at them, yowling with fury, ignoring her clanmates bodies beneath her. they were laughing, and stood together, flinging their prey away. Not caring about anything, she pounced on top of Jab. Strength flowed through her paws as her kits appeared next to her, holding down the other two toms. Her mate was beside her, giving her strength. She placed her jaws around Jab's neck.
She bit down.
Everything went black.