This is my first ever Fanfiction! Please write a review with any suggestions or thoughts!
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**Fixed the random text issue**
The Baskingstones virtually glowed in the moonlight. The edges of the clearing around them were lit up with dimly white light from the moon reflecting off the smooth stones. Sleek, shapeless shadows slowly crept into view from opposite directions. As they came into the light; they were revealed to be cats.
Their eyes glinted as they searched the area with piercing gazes. Suddenly, all of the cats charged at each other, biting, snarling, hissing, scratching and pouncing. At the edge of the battle, a rather small gray tabby tom jumped onto a large white and black tom, pinning him to the ground.
"How dare you hunt in our territory?" hissed the gray tabby.
"We weren't meaning to take any prey," The white and black tom spat back.
"We found the bones of a bobtail deep in the forest, with your stench all over them," the gray tabby growled furiously at the tom.
The white and black tom squirmed and struggled, but even with the advantage of size, he was no match for the lithe gray tabby. "It was a mistake!" screeched the larger tom.
"Oops!" The tabby smirked as he tore out a large clump of fur. "That was a mistake too," he taunted. The tabby scratched and bit until the other tom was screaming with pain and rage. The tom gave up and ran off to battle another warrior.
"Pah!" spat the gray tabby in contempt. "Prey-stealers, liars, and cowards!" He leapt back into the battle, shouldering aside smaller warriors and clawing the stronger ones.
On the other side of the clearing, a young brown tabby was grabbing onto the back of a flame-colored tom twice her size. The tom viciously shook his back to knock her off, but she landed lightly and spun out of his reach, clawing his flank in the process.
He turned and reared up, but she deftly slid under him, clawing his belly and biting his hind leg, and slithering out as he collapsed. He rolled to crush her, but she jumped and landed on him, knocking the breath from his lungs. She scrabbled at his belly again, holding him down and biting his shoulder, too.
Glancing around as he squealed in pain, she caught sight of a white tom, blood spattering his side and paws, hurling himself onto a dark ginger she-cat and sinking his teeth into her neck.
"No!" she yowled, leaping off the flame-colored tom and bowling over the white warrior, who let go, surprised by the sudden impact. She bit his tail, and with impossible strength, flung him away.
He hit a rock with a sickening crunch, but she had already turned back to the ginger she-cat, who was vainly trying to get to her paws. Blood seeped from the wound in her neck, staining the grass red.
"No," the tabby gasped, paws numb with horror. The ginger cat sprawled on the ground, eyes dulling in pain.
"You can't leave! It's too soon!" wailed the brown tabby.
"Oh, my kit," rasped the ginger cat, coughing, "I will never truly leave you."
"I couldn't save you!" The tabby cried miserably. "I failed."
"This was always my destiny," The ginger cat replied. "You could do nothing to change it. Just remember, I will always love you." She shuddered with her last breath, and then lay still.
The tabby let out a piercing, anguished wail which drew the gazes of all the cats in the battle. As they stared aghast at the body on the ground, a loud call rang out above the now silent cats: "retreat, WaterClan, retreat."
the WaterClan cats slowly walked back to their leader, leaning heavily on one another, ashamed they had killed another cat. They faded back into the shadows, murmuring like lost souls.
The remaining cats came over to the brown tabby, some comforting her, others staring dully at the body in front of her, or into empty space.
"Why?" whispered the tabby. "Why did she have to die?"
Ha! Already a death and it's only the prologue! *Evil laugh*
Anyway, I hope you liked it! Next chapter coming soon!