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Framed

Prologue

Fallen Warrior

As the sun sank on the clans one night, it left nothing in its wake to imply that anything strange or unusual might happen. Indeed, as Firestar gathered together the cats he was taking to the gathering, he was glad that they had such a clear night, aside from the gigantic clouds in the sky. But, they hadn't yet passed in front of the moon, so he didn't see any reason why anything should go awry during the night.

One of his grandchildren there, however, didn't share this comfortable notion. There were a couple things that were agitating her. One was that two of the chosen cats weren't here yet, though they were about ready to leave for the island. One was Ashfur, the other, Lionblaze. It wasn't like either of them to be late, let alone for a gathering, and their current absence didn't comfort her. Due to recent circumstances, she didn't care what happened to Ashfur, but Lionblaze was her brother, and she didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

No sooner had she completed this thought than Lionblaze ran down to them. "Sorry I'm late!" he called. "I was doing a bit of last-minute hunting." For some reason, he was covered in mud, stopping anyone from scenting anything from him.

"No luck?" Thornclaw asked, seeing that Lionblaze had no prey.

"No," Lionblaze said, not sounding happy about it. "I fell off a hill trying to catch a thrush, though."

"Did you see Ashfur?" Firestar asked. "We really need to get going."

"I didn't see him, no," Lionblaze said. "You mean he's not here yet? That's not like him."

"I know," Firestar said. "It is weird."

Graystripe looked over. "Maybe he just got tired of waiting," he said. "We might find him when we're halfway there."

"Could be," Firestar said. "In any case, we really need to get moving."

With this, he began leading them away down the hill. Hollyleaf glanced uneasily up at the stars. The clouds had yet to cover the moon, but she still had an ominous feeling in her. There were too many clouds in the sky to hope that one of them wouldn't pass in front of the moon eventually. Were their warrior ancestors still angry about Thunderclan's battle with Windclan, when the world had gone black?

Trying to shake these thoughts from her head, she continued on. Lionblaze seemed to have run ahead. Suddenly, she heard a loud cry.

Running ahead, she saw something that felt as if she had been waiting for it all night: a body was in the river that ran between Thunderclan and Windclan territory. From what she could see of it, it was clawed terribly, and obviously dead. The sight sent a chill down her spine, becoause, whatever she'd thought might happen that night, it wasn't this.

The body was Ashfur's.

Well, that's all for now. Sorry if it was a little short, but I couldn't really think of anything else to put in a prologue. Anyways, please R&R, flames will be ignored, but constructive criticism is fine. Gamer4 out.