Me: Well here's chapter 1. I hope ypu enjoy it.
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Dusk fell upon the Windclan camp. The camp was motionless, expect for the lithe white figure going towards a light brown figure.
"Is everything good by the Shadowclan border Moonfrost?" asked the light brown figure.
Moonfrost, nodded.
"Yes Fawnstar. Everything is peaceful. My patrol didn't pick up any scent."
Fawnstar nodded with an agitated flick of her tail.
"Strange. Shadowclan has been peaceful for quite some time now. Suspicious."
Moonfrost blinked at her leader with ice blue eyes. Before she could say anything the ground shook harshly, causing the cats to fall. The ground began to break apart and cats began to come out of their dens.
"Fawnstar, what's going on?" yowled a black and white tom.
"I-I don't know Badgerstripe!" yowled Fawnstar.
More cats came out, but a large gape opened up; some sputtered fire while other swallowed the cats up. The orange light from the fire and the black smoke began to close in al around them. Cats trembled and looked around with large fearful eyes.
"Windclan, flee!" yowled Fawnstar.
The cats began to run out of the camp, but fire began to circle them. Queens curled their tails around their kits protectively. Warriors and the deputy tried to keep the cats calm. Moonfrost shook with fear and bolted as a flame licked her tail. She tried to escape, but came face to face with a wall of fire. Hearing the mews of fear from the kits and warriors caused her to tremble. Never seeing fire, or the ground opening up and consuming cats, frightened her even more. The flames acrid smell and taste made Moonfrost feel weak and lightheaded, and the shaking ground shot embers at the everyone.
I have to get out of here. Moonfrost thought desperately.
She coughed, and then bunched her leg muscled and jumped through the flames. She cried in pain as the fire burned her. Then, falling with a thump, her tail landed in the flames. Weakly getting to her feet she stumbled off coughing pitifully. Stumbling around for a long time she finally got to the lake. The lake rose so much it flooded the ground, so it was like a marsh. The shake stopped, but Moonfrost was too tired and weak from the smoke. So she collapsed on the wet ground and fell asleep with dreams of her clan mate's cries of pain, fear, and death.
When Moonfrost opened her eyes she saw it was dawn. Her fur was soaked and she was cold, but she didn't care. Her white fur was grey from the smoke and a few patched were missing from her, especially from her tail. Yesterday's events came back to her in a flash. Her ears flicked back as she realized what she did.
I left them to die. she thought mournfully.
She got up and began to lick her fur dry first, then ran off to her clan.
When she got there she was in shock as she saw her home. The area was burnt with large holes and cracks and the smell of burning fur and flesh made her gag. She saw many dead cats either burnt or in the cracks. Moonfrost looked around, and then saw her leader.
"Fawnstar!" she mewed urgently.
Moonfrost ran over to her leader. Her normal light brown fur was chard and black. Her flank was barley rising indicating she was alive.
"Fawnstar, I'm so sorry I fled."
"It's alright my faithful warrior. That's not important, but what is important is safety. You must find any survivors and find a new place to live." Fawnstar mewed weakly.
"But can't we just wait for the forest to grow back and prey return?" Moonfrost's look was confused.
She shook her head and coughed weakly.
"By then you would be dead. Now, don't argue and go. Find… survivors."
Fawnstar let out one feebler cough, then went limb.
Moonfrost let out a mournful cry with tears.
"M-Moonfrost?" mewed a weak voice.
She turned around to see Badgerstripe and a young pale grey tom. They limped over to their fallen leader and buried their noses in her fur.
"Badgerstripe, Rabbitpaw! Did you find any other survivors?"
They shook their heads.
"Not yet," mewed Rabbitpaw. "But some cats might have escaped."
"Let's go look for them then." ordered Badgerstripe.
They nodded, but decided to bury Fawnstar first. Afterwards they walked out of the camp to find any survivors.
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