Cloudy Skies

by Cloudbreeze GODZILLA SIZED

From warrior, to rogue, to kittypet- she went down, down, down. Now, although she doesn't know it, she changed everything- Rusty's destiny, Brokenstar's death, Tigerstar's exiling, Ravenpaw's leaving, WindClan's return, and so much more. The forest is dead, and nobody knows that it is because of the former warrior, Cloudbreeze. Destiny is never taken as seriously as it should.

1. Prolouge

~Author's Note~

Hi, This is Cloudbreeze! I am so glad to finally have my first story up. I just want to be happy that I am on FFN, and that you are viewing this. Anyway, to the story!

~End of Author's Note~

PROLOUGE

I lay down in my nest of twigs and dried up leaves I found by the edge of the forest. It was not my first choice, yet I felt more comfortable than I had for a while. Last night, I had slept on the cold, black surface of the alleyway; I shudder remembering the time when I cleaned my pelt, and the sour, unpleasant taste it left on my tongue. I yawned, and settled into the crunching leaves for the night.

"Hey, what's your name, and why aren't you with your Twolegs?" I was startled awake by a cheerful, bubbly voice.

"Who are you?" I growled, even before I could open my eyes. The voice didn't seem scare at all, and I opened my eyes to see a flame colored tom wearing a light blue collar.

"I asked first."

"Fine. I have no name."

"Okay, No Name. I'm Rusty." The tom's bright green eyes twinkled.

"Smudge told me about cats who don't live with Twolegs, but live in the forest, hunting mice and killing foxes and-" I swiped my tail signaling for him to stop.

"Never speak of the Clans again. They exiled me for a crime I did not commit." The tom, who at first had seemed excited, now looked pitiful.

"Sorry. Why don't you come with me to my housefolk, and you can get a proper meal and sleep?" At first, I was about to object. Warriors didn't go to Twolegs! But then I looked down at myself. My white and gray pelt was ruffled, making me seem a bit less skinny. However, I still looked like I hadn't eaten a full meal in a moon. And I hadn't. What was the worst thing that could come from going to a Twoleg for food?

The worst thing that could happen happened. I began to come back every day, began to befriend the other kittypets, even worse- the Twolegs. I began to stay longer and longer each day, not realizing. I began to dread the sunset, for I would have to leave. I became a kittypet soon, all day round, from sunrise to moon high, never leaving to my alley. I became what I used to dread- yet I enjoyed it.

Sorry! It is a prologue, so why do you expect it to be long? Don't worry, the chapters won't be this short. :3

Signed,

Cloudbreeze*