Apologies for any muck ups from after "Chanting was heard from behind the digging cat." This is because after this the story switched to second person until after the fallen angel appearance.
For any followers out there the various things I am putting into this story may seem familiar. Glory to the new age.
KRAK! A loud boom rang across the field. Cats spread as far away from each other as they could.
A loud whirring sound signified the coming drop of a cannon shot.
A cat looked up from his place in the trench. He wore traditional flak armor, a senior officer. His eyes faded as did his hope.
The shredder missile hit it's mark as every cat within 20 meters was mutilated by it's various knives.
It killed every cat but one. He was an apprentice rifle-warrior. A knife was lodged in the ground next to his leg, the warrior's grey fur jammed in the ground with it. This cat's name was Honourpaw
His leg was scraped and bleeding. He scrambled across the wood barred dirt of the trench to get to his personal pouch.
Inside it was two vials and a picture of his mentor. He had Alfalfa and Ash Trees seeds in the vials. He took the seed vial and smashed it on the dirt. He took the seeds and ate them as quickly as he could.
He felt his pain flow away as he lay down on the boards covering the ground, not wanting to get covered in dirt any more than he was.
He wouldn't get shot, thank the trench walls, from here. He thanked Starclan and the gods for helping him survive.
Bullets passed by overhead. The tom turned his head to face away from the sky. He saw his shoulder mounted rifle. It lay covered in dirt thankfully unscarred.
His wound stopped bleeding. His regenerative ability granted to him allowed it. His sanity lowered.
He took his rifle and started cleaning it to the best of his ability. He didn't want dirt on his prized possession.
Something jabbed him from the ground. He turned around with a claw unsheathed. It was a shovel. Behind it he could see a cat. He wore follower symbols, a friendly.
Chanting was heard from behind the digging cat.
The cat spoke up. "Hey, we're digging underneath the no mans land. We need all the cats we can get."
Before he had a chance to respond someone yelled from above.
"Cattle! This is our time! The god of invulnerability has given us a short time to charge forward!"
Honourpaw seemed inspired by his call. He wanted to join him.
"Don't go joining that cats suicide charge. We will dig under and in their confusion we will attack."
They both seem like good ideas.
He decided to go with the underground option. The cat under ground handed a shovel to honourpaw and requested him to dig.
"We are almost there. I can feel it!" The tom next to Honorpaw was quickly shoveling dirt away. The cats behind him were starting to get anxious. One of them began to painfully morph into a feral dog like creature. The other ones were beginning to froth at the mouth, claws scraping the ground. A few others behind were being entranced by the priest's preaching, Rifle-cats and the like.
A beam of light hits honourpaws eye. Flinching away he sees it comes from a small hole that is slowly growing larger thanks to his digging friend. It contrasts with the green lantern from the priest as if battling, a possible foresight.
Honourpaw starts digging in overdrive. Honourpaw and his party bursts through the ground. He was in the enemy's trench. The other charging team made it and are battling with claws and gunfire all around him.
The wolf goes feral on a squad of Fire-cats. The Berserkers are charging ahead, clawing and cleaving along the way. The Priest's squad is holding a defensive position from the hole. Honourpaw joins the priest, firing at any enemy that get's close.
The priest is floating. Honourpaw just notices it. All bullets shot at him reflect off.
Hounorpaws heart is full of courage as he aims his rifle at an incoming battalion. His inspiration helps his aim.
Wings unfurl from around the priest. A hairless cat is holding the priest. His wings are a pure white and his head is covered with bandages. He slowly places the priest back in the hole, he then charges forward into the battalion. Flying as he does so.
"A fallen angel has arrived! Our side is pure!"
It suddenly happen one day. The world faced what it thought was it's coming death. A large diamond shaped object was coming towards earth at a speed faster than light. Scientist's had no idea what the object was or why it was hurtling towards earth and struggled to come up with an explanation. People thought the end times had come.
Mars One was sent on a early journey. Leaders fled to bunkers. Everybody but the most convinced atheist prayed to anyone to save them.
The warrior clans had no idea the absolute change they were going to face, the next step they were going to take in their destiny.
Lake clans
The war with the dark forest had ended a moon ago. They were still repairing the damages done by the dark forest cats.
The lake had been restored to it's original state, or at least as best as the cats could. Trees and plants retained a healthy green and the mice were starting to travel out of their shelters.
The battle had not been without consequence. The deLinead cats were given a special burial by the clans. Pinenoses kit was given a name as it was cast out into the lake on a bed made of Riverclan horsetail and Thunderclan sticks, alongside the other cats that were lost in the battle. The name given was Duskflight, chosen to signify her unfortunately short life and the next coming day for the clans. Pinenose was praised for the choice.
These events did not go unnoticed by the nearby twoleg population. A massive battle was missed somehow but the special burial was witnessed by a massive group, made up of twolegs hoping to have a good swim. Possibly even have a good fish.
Humans
Humans everywhere were watching the news. It had gotten around that the diamond was getting closer and closer to earth. News shows from around the world showed videos coming from a upgraded Hubble telescope, updated specifically for the diamond.
Those who could not bear to watch the incoming demise of humanity watched the only national news station not dedicated to the diamond, of course they would switch back to the other ones to see how close their death was. Curiosity getting the better of their fear. They watched as people viewed the warrior clans bury their dead, they watched as a reporter talked about the four clans surrounding the lake. All the while seeing the crystal get closer.
It was a collective wish, all five thousand people watching the cats. It was a simple wish, a wish to join them. Wether people wanted to simply be a part of their clans or if they wanted to simply cuddle the cats, they all wanted to join them.
The diamond cracked. Chunks broke off from it revealing a long narrow spike. Scientists around the world turned from their Tvs to their monitors, computer or something otherwise.
Chunks of crystal were now heading towards earth as well as the diamond. It was barely a diamond anymore and more of a pin with a sphere on the top. The chunks were melting and the pin was forming with the sphere, still remaining with a point.
It slowed down to the speed of a comet. Hubble broke as it tried to comprehend the sudden slowdown from the diamond.
It then hit the earth. It was comparable to taking a needle to the skin as the pin dug into the earth. It stopped at the very edge of the core, un meltable by the lava surrounding it.
A massive citadel was now sticking out of the earth, taller then the biggest skyscraper. It stuck between two tectonic plates, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
The world was shocked, save for a few people and a very angry God. The pin had just broke the edge of the core, allowing lava to leak into the massive carnivourous jungle hidden from the rest of the world.
Everyone that was previously shocked waited with anticipation as they watched the crystal spire. They paid no heed to the various chunks crashing into the earth, destroying two cities and a house.
The citadel popped out six cylinders of crystal the fell to the bottom of the ocean the spire was in. Six holes now visible in the citadel spewed forth gas directly into the atmosphere.
The world waited with dread as the gas quickly spread across the earth, replacing oxygen.
In the end those five thousand got their wish. They joined their cat kin as cats as every human and sentient was turned into a cat.
Lake clans
Panic spread as the cats felt a change in their own bodies, this and the fact there was a large mob of loners outside the lake.