A/N- This story is set several generations on from the actual warriors series. The clans have now moved to a new territory. Please R&R!
Another A/N- I know there are already 4 Chapters & a prologue up, but i wrote this all in advance & I'd appreciate your time to R&R!
Disclaimer- I do not own Warriors, even though I want to.
Prologue
The wind whistled through the leaves but the water did not ripple. Shapes moved towards it in the darkness. The shape at the rear of the group whispered excitedly.
"So this is the Moonpool!"
"Quiet, Redpaw. Now we must be silent. Copy what I do."
The creature bent down and lapped the water. Then it lay down, shuddering, and slipped into a deep sleep.
Two more of the creatures did the same. Then, the shape called Redpaw copied. He wasn't quite as elegant and collapsed over instead. The final shape lapped the water and lay down.
Suddenly, two eyes appeared from the darkness and a shape slipped out of the shadows. It padded over to the sleeping figures and prodded one. It did not stir. The stranger did this to all the creatures before standing over a small, and what appeared to be white, shape. The intruder unsheathed its claws.
The eyes of the white shape flicked open. It jumped upwards and backwards, dodging the fatal blow. More eyes flicked open and the other four creatures sprang up. It was too dark to tell who the intruder was and it had hidden its scent by rolling in fox dung. It snarled and leapt at the white shape. Another one of the creatures leapt into its path and took the blow. It held its ground, its large white paws keeping it balanced. The attacker snarled again. The white shape hissed. The attacker charged at the white footed defender but leapt over it and landed on the white shape, biting it hard in the back of the neck. Redpaw had fled a long time ago and now the cries of more creatures charging through the undergrowth could be heard. The intruder hissed, dropping its victim, and fled into the bushes.
Five more creatures charged into the clearing, snarling and hissing. They stopped when they saw the dead figure.
"Frostear!" shrieked one of them and raced forward to the dead body. The other shapes dipped their heads in mourning.
"She was a wise and kind medicine cat," said one of the shapes who had lapped at the water, "She will be missed greatly."
The five cats bowed, picked up the body of the dead Frostear, then turned and walked away. The remaining cats stood silent for a moment, before turning and stalking off.