A/N: Okay this is my first real fanfiction. I'm sorta new at this so no flames or harsh words please. I would love constructive criticism because I really want to get better and make reading this story more enjoyable. Just so you know, the facts about Sol in this story are not 100% true so that way this story would be fairly original. Thank you for reading and enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, the books or the cats.
Prologue
"What a wonderful day," he mumbled to himself, sprawled on the ground and his sleek, molted orange and white fur. He rose from his sleeping position and then stretched and yawned. before going to the nearby river to wash the sleep from his eyes. It was a warm Newleaf day with the sun's rays warming the cold frozen earth. A warm breeze ruffled the young tom's fur and he relished the heat after the long cold days of Leafbare. He was grooming his unruly fur when a toad bounded up close to him.
The loner was about to catch the frog as prey, but then looked at the frog. The frog just stared back, with no fear of the creature that was ten times the size of itself right in front of it. The small slimy creature had no intention of leaving. "Hello little creature." cooed the stranger in a raspy voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used for moons. The frog croaked and kept its calm aura.
"You bravery has earned you a story of my past." said the tom. I'm talking to a frog! Have I gone mad? He thought, although he dismissed the thought at once. He needed the company and a chance to use his voice, so the tom sat up, folded his tail over his paws, and continued. "My mother did bringing me into this world and my father, he adored me. His name was Sol and my mothers name was Cinders. My father named me Screech because all the noise I made as a kit scared all the prey away for many foxlengths, or at least that's what he told me," Screech mewed longingly, bringing an odd smile to his face.
" Dad rarely talked about Mother and if I mentioned her he would have a terrible episode of melancholia that would last a few sunrises before he was back to normal. Father told me stories before bed of these large groups of cats called clans with strange beliefs and customs. He tried to help these cats see truth and reason and in return, he received cruelty and Father was shunned by all these clans."
Screech stopped abruptly with his voice rising with anger until he started to shout,"They shouldn't have done that! All he wanted to do was help these cats and they treat him like foxdung!" he growled. Screech took a deep breath and simmered back down," I've digressed, back to the story. Then came the tragic day father decided to go back and make amends. Father was feeling nostalgic and regretting what he did to the clans. I was only about six moons old and still learning how to catch prey when Father made this decision. Father announced this after a hunting lesson. Father said he was going to take me to see these clans and off we went. We finally arrived at the peak of a small hill and we saw a wondrous lake, the water so clear and the light reflected from it was breathtaking!" Screech sighed with the memory.
"From our vantage point we could see open plains and grassy hills that shared a border with lush forests and rivers teeming with fish as on the shores of this huge beauty of nature." Screech said dreamily. "The only thing more amazing than the sight of the lake was sight many other cats! Everywhere you looked you could see activity and life and chatter. Father told me that there were 4 clans by the lake: Thunderclan, Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan. We approached cautiously and were careful not to make too much noise as we trekked through a thick woodland that Father said belonged to Thunderclan. As we approached a wall made of bramble and twigs I could see a whole gathering of cats through a small hole in the barrier. Father shoved me into a cluster of brambles. He told me to stay quiet and wait until he came to get me so I sat there and watched through the small gap. Father left to arrive at the front entrance. I remember there was much chaos and noise as soon as I saw Father step into the clearing, accompanied by a large gray tom with stripes from head to tail, looking very bewildered. I couldn't hear everything, but I saw what was about to happen. My father was pinned on the ground by the gray tom that was with him when he entered. A cat with fur the color of fire stepped forward, his claws unsheathed. Then I knew. They were going to kill my father." he said choking back a sob.
"I was about to leap in, to die fighting to save my father, but he looked directly at me. He shook his head sadly as if saying, "Don't try to stop them. Its okay, my time has come." Screech started to shake, "The flame colored cat stepped forward an-an-and..." he stuttered.
"He slit my father throat," Screech said with tears streaming from his eyes at the memory. "I-I-I ran." he began, his voice shaky, "I reme-mber his body falling limp as the stripped tom backed off of his body." Screech's voice began to steady and his tears stopped flowing,"The cold lifeless stare in his glazed eyes as they stared away into nothing and I ran. I just kept running, not even caring if he tripped or stumbled over the many roots and branches that littered the floor. I ran over the hills that Father and I came from and headed that way. I've kept journeying for many moons, plotting for my revenge against the clans. Now here I am, talking to you. A frog."
Screech finished. The frog was still there, still listening. There was a long period of silence until Screech finally spoke up,"Thank you for listening little frog. I'm glad to have spoken to you." The frogs reply was a ribbit and it turned and hopped away, leaving Screech to his memories.
A/N That's the Prologue and I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for not writing for a while, but I've got stuff to do. The next chapter might not be posted for a while, sorry!
I also wanted to say that my other story "Warrior Lemons" is discontinued and I'm very sorry to all that requested, but thanks for reviewing.