I don't own the Warrior's series, and I don't own the Fanfiction 'The Lost Light' by Aylen-Aussie, which is the storyline this is based off of. Just some background before we begin:

The City is a large, hidden labyrinth deep in the forest. The only cats they're in contact with are a group of cats known as Gorseclan (which I didn't make up either, and probably won't be mentioned at all… sorry:P) and a twoleg place.

Sooooo, why are these cats important? Well, they have a problem with breeding… 'Cause the majority of the cats are females. Their whole existence is based on breeding- that's their whole life right there. There are four, maybe five, male cats living in the City. Why? Because something happened to the she-cats a long time ago that caused them to birth majorly female kittens- for a male kitten to be born is a HUGE deal, and very rare at that.

In this story, we follow a cat named Arielle, born to Queen Marie, ruler of the City. Arielle is incredibly beautiful and skilled, like her mother, and is meant to be the next ruler. Which obviously makes the few toms that live there intent on mating with her. Yay, she has a fan-club! She should be happy, right?

Wrong.

She hates the breeding game the City constantly plays. Hates it. So, she grows up with the dream to cleanse the City of the maniacal mating game and make them into a real clan. But how she does that… well, you'll just have to read and see(;

*Just a fore word, there isn't a clan list for this story, and random cats will be popping up all over the place cause there is literally about a hundred cats living here… and I just can't write out all those names! HAVE PITY ON A POOR WRITER!*

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"Eeeppp! This water is cold!"

The dainty silver she-cat wailed as her pelt was soaked with the icy droplets. Her mother threw back her head and let out a peal of beautiful laughter. A passing tom stopped and stared with such lust at the two of them that Arielle snorted with disgust.

Her mother splashed her again, a playful twinkle in her sky blue eyes. With a giggle, Arielle launched another paw-full of cold water at her mother. It caught her directly in the chest, sending her reeling back from the stinging coldness.

"Wonderful shot, my lovely!" She meowed brightly to her daughter. "You definitely have your father's aim in you!"

And my mother's beauty. Arielle thought as she caught two young toms staring at her from across the pond. Giving them a sharp look from her unnaturally amethyst eyes, she sent them scampering over the hill and away.

The mother and daughter pair dragged themselves from the icy pond, laughing and talking in a relaxed way that parents and their children do.

"So," Arielle winced slightly as Marie's voice descended into a tone that could only mean one thing. "Have you found a tom yet?"

Arielle huffed in irritation. "No." She answered shortly. Marie gave her a look that beckoned her to continue, but the silver she-cat gave no further input.

With a sigh, her mother drew her into a gentle hug. Arielle untensed her muscles and gave into Marie's motherly affections.

"Arielle…" She murmured into her fur sweetly. "From a very small age, I knew you were to be a fighter. You never played with the other toms, never speculated kit names with your sisters; you didn't want to train with other toms..." Her mother tailed off. "It was because of that strength that you're my successor, but honestly Arielle, you are going to just have to accept it. That we are cats who live to mate and-"

Arielle fidgeted uncomfortably; she hated talking about mating. "Mother, I told you," Her voice became a bit steely as she drew away. "I shall not mate with a tom whose spread his seed with every other she-cat in this god-forsaken place. I want a mate who loves me for me." She turned and began padding away. "Not for my tail."

She heard her mother sigh and walk to her den. It was hard for her to understand Arielle's thinking- that she meant what she said about not mating with a tom until she found one who loved and respected her.

But she did mean it.

Arielle shook her silvery head and ducked into a den made of mud and sticks. A dark gold she-cat was curled up in the back of it, four small kits pressed to her side.

"Hi, Sheila." Arielle came to sit by her sister's side.

"Hi, Ari." Purred the she-cat, looking up wistfully from her kits. "Aren't they just beautiful? Harvey says they're the most beautiful kits he's ever had."

Arielle nodded encouragingly, but as her sister droned on about Milo she felt her heart sink. Sheila obviously seemed to think that she and Harvey had a special connection, but Arielle knew better- she'd seen him mate with three other she-cats just today. Plus he'd always stare at her with this creepy longing in his eyes, like he was mentally raping her.

She shuddered inwardly- there was no way she'd ever let that cat come near her. Ever.

After a quick chat with her sister, Arielle was off. She padded through the labyrinth of near-identical dens until she reached her own.

It was special- dark green ivy coiled up the exterior, and a dappling of honeysuckle wrapped around the rounded entrance hole. The inside was draped with moss and fragrant smelling jasmine flowers, filling the den with their relaxing scent.

It had been her mother's when she was growing up. She'd lived here while her mother, Arielle's grandmother, had ruled the City. When grandmother died in kit-birth, Marie had moved into the queen's den to rule.

Arielle sighed as she began cleaning her fur. She'd be queen one day. She-cats would respect her to the ends of the earth, kits would adore her like their own mothers, and toms would flock about at her every command. Well, toms already did that… but it would be because she was queen and not because they wanted to get laid.

A light rapping of someone hitting their tail against the outside wall filtered in. She looked up to see Milo. The cream, grey, and black tom stuck his head inside with a playful grin.

Hiya, gorgeous." His eyes danced.

She rolled her own. "Can I help you?"

Benji stuck his light tawny head inside the den too. "You most certainly can…" His eyes were glued to her stomach.

Milo hissed furiously and shoved Benji outside. "You're so embarrassing!" She heard him growl.

"Oh, please! Don't tell me you weren't thinking it too!" Benji hissed back. There was a brief scuffle and Arielle heard Benji storm off with a few choice words.

Milo stuck his dappled head back inside. "Sorry about that…" He muttered. "Benji's just constantly horny."

Arielle smiled a little at that. "Trust me, I know."

He perked up a bit, eyes regaining their shiny glow. "I just came by to say goodnight." He added.

Warmth spread from her toes to her tail- Milo was just so nice! "That's very nice of you…" She purred, touching noses with him. As she pulled away, she noticed a bit of hungry lust creep into his gaze. But he shook his head and it was gone.

"Well," He smiled politely. "G'night!" And he darted out the door before she could respond.

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Soooooo, what do ya think? Good? Bad? In between? All reviews are welcome, but try to be nice… if theres anything ya'll think would make a good addition to the story, please, share!

Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope to post more soon!

R&R:

-V