So... um... first off, let's start this by saying this: I AM NOT USED TO WRITING FANTASY. I AM WRITING THIS FOR A FRIEND OF MINE WHO I HOLD VERY DEAR IN MY HEART. Enjoy or die!.

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Dovewing yawned sleepily in her nest, stretching her stiff limbs. She blinked up at the full moon, whose light slipped past the thorn weaving of the warriors den. Today she was to stay in Thunderclan while the rest of camp was off at the gathering, bored while they had fun.

Dovewing stretched. looking around for Bumblestripe, her mate. She didn't see him, so she assumed that he was out sitting watch. Shrugging,Dovewing stood, stretching, before padding out of the den.

"Halt." a deep voice mewed.

Dovewing wipped around to see a pale gray tom with black stripes, and her racing heart slowed. "Oh. Bumblestripe. Thank Starclan that it is only you. I thought that you were some other cat out to kill me!"

Bumblestripe purred in amusement. "Now, wouldn't that be something. Honestly, though," He mewed as he wrapped himself around the pale gray she-cat in front of him. "I don't see why anybody would want to kill you."

Dovewing snorted. "You'd be surprised." She flicked an ear. "Any sign of the above-grounders yet?"

Bumblestripe shook his head. "Nothing. I'm begining to grow suspicious of their lack of activity. Considering only three cats have been taken by the known lone abovers, the group is oddly quite, don't you say?"

Dovewing grew troubled over his speculation. "Yes, yes. It does seem quite odd." the she-cat sighed. "I wish I still had my powers. Then I could listen to them, even if I don't understand what they are saying."

Bumblestripe gave her a comforting lick on the ear. "If Starclan wanted you to still have them, you would still have them. We can get through this, together, Dovewing."

The she-cat sighed. "Oh... I hope your right, Bumblestripe."

Bumblestripe smiled. "Hope is for the blind-"

"And faith is for the strong." Dovewing finished, rolling her eyes. "Fine. I have faith that you are right."

"I know that I'm right." Bumblestripe purred. "I love you, Dovewing."

"And I you, Bumblestripe."

Bumblestripe let out a soft sigh, looking up at the sky. "Come on. Spiderleg took over watch, and I want some time with you before I fall asleep. Wanna share some prey?"

"I would love to." Dovewing purred.

"Cool. Go settle down into our nest and I'll be right there with you."

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"We're being attacked!"

Dovewing jolted awake, jumping up in a scramble as she tried to escape her nest. Bumblestripe looked up, bedraggled and sleepy looking as he lurched out of their shared nest. Dovewing didn't wait for him to récover from his sleep before she ranout of the warriors den.

"Who's attacking us? Grounders, or-" Dovewing was cut off asa scream sounded from the nursery, shrill. Dovewing whipped her head around and bounded over to it, until she was knocked over by a powerful force.

Head spinning, she saw a beast that looked to be almost cat, except it had bat-like wings protruding from where it's forepaws should be, and taloned hindpaws much like an eagles. It's face had a beak, sharp to tear the flesh off of squirming prey. It's taloned hind paws were carrying three kits, and it took off into the air with their mother sobbing below it.

Dovewing felt a presence by her side nd she looked over to see Bumblestripe, eyes wide as he watched havoc tear threw their near-empty camp. "This was their plan all along." he whispered. "To attack us while our numbers were low."

Dovewing shook her head to clear it. "Well then what are you doing? We can't just stand around all day!" she snarled. "Fight!" She let out a battle cry as she launched herself at the nearest above-grounder.

Bumblestripe hesitated before his eyes narrowed in fury and he attacked a different abve-grounder.

Dovewing fought hard and viciously, furious at the fact that these beasts would dare attack on the night of the truce. Even if they didn't go by the clan cats rules, they could t the very least respect them!

Dovewing froze as the beast caught her eyes in it's gaze. She never thought the rumors to have been true, the ones that say that when you look into the abovers eyes, they should you your darkest, most deepest thoughts and desires. That their ability was so strong that it petrified any who looked into it's eyes. But now Dovewing was trapped in it's gaze, swaying slightly as it slowly made it's way to her. She was able to take in every detail of it's cat-like pelt and entire being as it did so, holding her trapped as it sized her up.

This particular beast was tall. Not much taller than Dovewing, but tall enough for her to guess it to be male. His cat pelt was that of a dark brown tabby, peculiar because he was the only tabby Abover that Dovewing had ever seen. His bat wings were black, pitch as night on the no-moon when the clouds blocked the stars.

The male Abover let out a rattling hiss-like growl, and his green eyes flashed with a hungry blood-red color as it advanced on her. Dovewing had heard the sound plenty of times before, and so she closed her eyes, waiting to be taken away by the peculiar Abover. She held her breath, waiting for the moment to pass, but instead, an angry yowl ruffled her pelt.

Dovewing opened her eyes to see Bumblestripe leaping at the Abover. The Abover let out a snarl-roar and broke eye contact with Dovewing, making the she-cat collapse as she tried þo gain her bearings saw a double-vision Bumblestripe wrestling with a double-vision Abover, in a fight between life and death.

Bumblestripe rammed into the Abover, making him fly. Letting out a furious screech, the dark tabby Abover spread his wings and flew at Bumblestripe, grabbing his shoulders before spiraling into the air with the struggling tom. Stopping a good ten fox-lengths above camp, the Abover dropped Bumblestripe, watching with twisted satisfaction as the light gray tom fell.

Dovewing let out a cry as Bumblestripe crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. She tried to stand, but tipped sideways as her paws gave out. "Bumblestripe!" Dovewing cried. "Get up! Please! Get up! We can get through this together, just please get up!"

Bumblestripe stirred. "h, I hope you're right."

Dovewing let out a relieved sob as she tried to stand again. "Hope is for the blind..."

"And faith is for the strong." Bumblestripe finished with a whisper, trying to shake his head clear from the fall. "Dovewing, I want you to know that, if I don't make it through in this fight, that I will always love you."

"No! Don't say that! Don't- Bumblestripe!" Dovewing screeched as the Abover landed on her mate. The Abover threw back his head and let out a strangled caw before driving his beak straight threw Bumbestripes skull. Pulling it out of thenow dead tom's head, the Abover looked towards Dovewing.

The pale gray she-cat growled before yowling at the Abover and charging head on to it. "You killed my mate! You shall pay for this!"

The dark brown tabby Abover made a sound that resembled what Dovewing thought to be laughter before fanning out his wings and bursting into the air with a single powerful flap. It flew at Dovewing, picking her up, before flying off with the struggling, furious, and devestated she-cat away from Thunderclan.

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Points and an Abover plushie to anyone that can guess who the dark brown tabby Abover is. cx

THIS WILL BE CONTINUED.