Prologue
Hmm? Oh, lovely – another Warriors fanfiction. What's in store for us today? Let me guess – it's about BloodClan, isn't it? Well, yes and no – BloodClan IS involved, but our main story lies on the shoulders of a peculiar young tom by the name of Marco.
Marco's back-story is… Well, fairly average, I suppose. Or should I say "fairly average with a twist?" Allow me to explain.
His mother was a Japanese Bobtail by the name of Ai. Very sweet girl, a little too quiet in some eyes, but altogether very kind and gentle. Marco's father, on the other hand, was where the twist gets thrown in. Viktor – Marco's dad – was a Lynx. Iberian, to be precise. How the hell he ended up in North America baffles even me. What's even stranger is that Viktor is Russian. I mean, how the hell does that even happen?! Lynxes are commonly found in Spain and Portugal – not Russia, of all places! Really, I just—
Ahem.
As I was saying before I went off on my tangent… Viktor and Ai weren't abusive. They didn't abandon their son. They never thought poorly of him, they didn't go off and die – no tragedy here, no sir. They loved Marco very much, and were always there for him. They tried their hardest to support the kit…
But even then, he had some pretty absurd requests.
They could handle the red goggles he insisted upon wearing. They could handle the feathers he stuck in his mane – well, to be fair, they're pretty sure that's just a phase and that he'll grow out of it, but still.
What they couldn't handle was the fact that their precious little son wanted to become a hero. And when I say "hero," I actually mean "vigilante." They couldn't bear the thought of Marco – sweet, innocent little Marco – going off and getting himself killed in some stupid stunt that he pushed himself into.
However, like most rebellious teenagers, Marco couldn't give any less of a damn what his parents thought or feared, and, as most kids do in adventure movies, ran away.
And this is where our story begins.
