(This story is loosely based on the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. It's adapted from a play I wrote when I was 14, so it isn't my best work, but I think it's still pretty good. I've edited it about six times, so it's improved a lot. Anyway, it's not a very long story. I should be able to post a new chapter each day.)
Chapter 1
The sun shone brightly in the early morning sky, sending dappled light through the leaves of tall oak and maple trees that make up the Great Forest. On the grassy forest floor, a group of wild cats sit together, discussing recent tragedies that have befallen on the forest's inhabitants.
"Bird, why do you hate Ice so much?" a dark gray she-cat meowed, staring at the pale gray cat sitting next to her.
A tabby tom answered for the she-cat. "I believe Claw fell in love with her and left Bird. Is that right?"
Bird nodded sadly. "Yes. Claw was my mate and closest friend until Ice came along with her pretty fur and gorgeous eyes. No average tom can ignore her."
The tom shook his head, disagreeing. "I can. Ice is so stuck up. Besides, I have Squirrel, and she's the only one for me."
A ginger she-cat glared at the tom. "I'd better be. If Dusty falls in love with Ice, she'll have to fight me for him."
The dark gray she-cat spoke up. "I'm sure she'll stay away from him, Squirrel. Surely she knows not to fight you."
"You've got that right, Song," Bird meowed. "Squirrel is the toughest cat in all the forest."
"I don't think Ice cares," Dusty said. "She'd have all the toms fall in love with her if she could. Claw is the third since she came to the Great Forest four seasons ago."
"Remember what happened to Tiger and Stone?" Song whispered sadly.
Bird nodded. "No cat has seen them since Ice had their kittens."
Song shook her head sadly. "Two litters of kittens and only one survived…"
Squirrel gave Song a sympathetic glance. "You practically raised Sasha yourself."
Song tipped her head thoughtfully. "Ice has only been here for four seasons. She's probably lonely and feels like an outsider."
Bird looked uncertain, as if unwilling to believe her sister. "That may be, but she took those toms from us. I say she's evil. Anyone agree?"
Dusty nodded. "I agree."
"Me too," Squirrel mewed.
Song narrowed her eyes, "You could be right, but we don't know. No cat has tried to get to know her. Maybe she's really nice."
Squirrel shook her head decisively. "No, she's just evil."
"Squirrel, we don't know that for sure," Song mewed. "I'm going to talk to her."
Song watched as her friends exchanged uneasy glances. After a long hesitation, Bird whispered, "Be careful, Song."