According to you peoples ritual, I shall say I do not own warriors or any of these cats names or the Warriors series. And I shall pled to never call any of these names already taken by Erin Hunter as my own. Ok, now that that's done with, onto the story!
Chapter 1
Crowkit scuffled around in the moss bed. His mother watched him from nearby with warm eyes. Paw-steps sounded from outside the nursery and he stopped his game. A black tom with a misshapen paw padded in, nuzzling his mother first. The gray she-cat looked down at him with a smile. Suddenly, a black cat pushed his way into the den. Crowkit watched his mother stand up and looked anxiously at the newcomer.
"What is the news for TigerClan?" she asked quietly.
"There is no sign of them. There has not been even the scent of them on our territory for the past moon," the black cat answered. He glanced at Crowkit, who looked wonderingly at him.
"But we should still be on the lookout," the she-cat said uneasily.
"Ashfoot, we all are tired. There is no reason for TigerClan to attack us. ThunderClan seems to be their main target," the black tom nuzzled her comfortingly. "I would rather spend time with you and Crowkit instead of going around patrolling the borders."
"Deadfoot, you're our deputy. You have an excuse to be busy," Ashfoot's eyes glowed for a second, then turned away. "TigerClan still might attack us. I believe we should be on the lookout."
"We will," Deadfoot promised. "And besides, Crowkit will be soon ready for his apprentice ceremony." Crowkit's eyes gleamed in anticipation.
"Deadfoot!" a voice called from outside. A brown tabby poked his head in. He padded in. "Deadfoot, Tallstar wants you to organize hunting patrols."
"I'll be there, Onewhisker," Deadfoot sighed and stood up. Crowkit glanced at his father's misshapen paw, remembering his father's harsh and important life and job. Deadfoot touched noses with Ashfoot tenderly and leaned down to nuzzle Crowkit affectionately. Crowkit watched him pad out of the den before settling down to play in the mossy nest again.
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Crowkit was dozing off in the nest when a shriek tore the air. He leapt out of the nest, his fur on the end. Ashfoot was on her paws looking around with alarm. Whitetail and Morningflower crouched at the back of the nest with their terrified kits. Ashfoot pushed Crowkit back with them and crouched, shivering.
"TigerClan has attacked!" a yowl sounded. A tabby tom burst into the nest, glancing around. Crowkit sniffed the air and made pitiful whimpers, as he did not recognize the scent. The tabby cat saw the three queens and their kits and pounced. A battle cry sounded and a black tom bowled the tabby over. Ashfoot joined in with Whitetail and Morningflower. The tabby backed away, then turn-tailed and fled. Another shriek sounded outside. Morningflower gasped and sped out of the den, Deadfoot following. Ashfoot glanced at Crowkit and then at Whitetail.
"Whitetail, guard the kits. I need to help," she ordered. The younger cat obeyed. Crowkit hid behind Whitetail's legs, shivering with the other kits. There were sounds of fighting outside the den for the longest time. Then Crowkit heard silence except the voice of an angry tom. He heard the agonizing howl of Morningflower and the sound of movement of many cats. Another howl sounded, for the loss of everything. Whitetail crept towards the den entrance and gasped. Crowkit bounded past her and glanced around at the scene with wide, fearful eyes. Some dead TigerClan cats were lying on the ground, but more of the bodies of WindClan cats. He saw Mudclaw limp out of the forest with some ThunderClan cats. He recognized the pelt of orange flame of the Clan leader, Firestar, as he remembered Oatwhisker's tale of how he and his friend saved WindClan. He then saw Morningflower hunched over a motionless body. He began to fill with dread as he realized it was Gorsepaw, the apprentice who often played with him and the other kits before. He glanced around with worry, as he did not see Ashfoot. Then he saw her with lying down glancing around with shock.
"Deadfoot," she softly whispered. Crowkit glanced around and his blood turned to ice. There on the ground lay Deadfoot, his father, and the greatest warrior and deputy, dead on the ground. He raced over.
"Father!" he howled. He buried himself in his father's pelt, whimpering. Blackness came over him and he sank in the black fur.
(Btw, this is my first story so of course it's rushed and horrible but please hold the tomatoes and do not aim a single one at me. :) And as I said, it's horrible and rushed, but please review!)