Hunted.

Summary- The clans have settled in their new home after the great journey and all is well. Or is it? But an old face from the past is out for revenge and it's only a matter of time before it strikes, and will the Clans pull through? Please Review as this is my first ever Fan-Fic. Comment, Critics but please be kind. Please Excuse the AWFUL summary.

Contains Graphic Scenes of violence towards the end.

Few OC's and all Book Characters.

Chapter 1 –Watched.

The trees rustled as Brambleclaw sat on guard at the entrance to Thunderclans Camp.

He Breathed deeply in the warm air and looked up at the sky. The night was warm and peaceful, the star were shining brightly, as if all the warriors of StarClan Were Staring back at him. It had only been two moons since the clans had been driven from their forest home and journeyed over the mountains to their new home by the Lake. Wrapping his Tail over his forepaws, he settled down to wait for morning to come.

Casting his eyes over his surroundings, Brambleclaw thought he saw something under a nearby clump of Bracken. Narrowing his eyes, he crept closer to the bracken and suddenly froze. A huge Pair Of red eyes were staring back at him. A growl Rumbled in his throat. "Who's there?" he growled, "Show yourself." Whatever was under the bush did not move, only gave an earth-shattering Snarl. Brambleclaw stayed still for a few heartbeats longer before creeping closer to the overhanging branches, his neck fur bristling and his claws extended. As He Leapt, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder and himself being thrown to the floor with incredible force. He gasped as pain shot through his body, but as he was thrown against a tree, a familiar scent caught in his nose.

Hawkfrost.

As BrambleClaw caught the scent of his dead brother, the brother he had been forced to kill, he desperately tried to pick up any other scent. Anyone who could help him now, but there was nothing. He was alone...

Suddenly, His attacker was gone, and he was left in a broken heap on the forest floor. Gasping for breath, His paws scrabbled on the forest floor as he heaved himself to his paws and staggered a few steps toward the camp entrance before collapsing again, as he lay there, broken and bleeding, he let out a weak yowl which was cut off sharply as the night closed in on him.

Then there was Silence.