The intervention of StarClan
Disclaimer: I do not own Warrior Cats, all rights to Erin Hunter.
Any reviews much appreciated, it's my first story so constructive criticism welcomed :D
Nightpaw/Nightshade: Jet black she-cat with a white tipped tail and a white star on her chest.
Fireheart: Handsome ginger tom
Greystripe: handsomegray long-haired tom
Cinderpelt: Dark grey she-cat
Tigerclaw: Big dark brown tabby tom with unusually long front claws
Bluestar: blue-gray she-cat, tinged with silver around her muzzle
Prologue
The sun rose slowly in the sky, rays of light fragmenting and refracting through the newly formed leaves that hung weightlessly off the old forest trees. Now that new-leaf was here, the air was warming up, dark green shoots were erupting from the ground, and trees that had only a few moons ago been bare and desolate, were now covered in glossy leaves that welcomed the bright sunlight- oh, and prey was now much less scarce. Nightpaw pushed her head out of the entrance to the apprentices den and blinked in the blinding shaft of sunlight that shone onto the mossy entrance. Shaking away the feeling of sleep from her head and fur, she scented the air and stretched out her muscles, basking in the warmth that filtered through her thick black fur. 'Nightpaw?' came a call from behind her, as Swiftpaw, a beautiful golden tabby she-cat padded into the clearing. 'What are you doing up so early? You know that training doesn't start for at least another hour'
'Couldn't sleep.' Nightpaw replied, although this was a lie. She was, in fact, excited about her first day of warrior training. Born in leaf-bare, Nightpaw had been too small for warrior training until now, mostly due to the distinct lack of prey. The entirety of Eagleclan had been suffering, and the cats had grieved for many deaths over the fast few moons, including Nightpaws' own mother, Gentleheart and brother, Smallpaw. But that was the past, this was the present, and Nightpaw was about to embark on her warrior training with her mentor- the mighty flame-coloured longhaired tom, Lionears. 'Are you ready? There is so much to learn, Swiftpaw. I will be the best warrior Star clan has ever witnessed!'
'Yeah, yeah' Swiftpaw yawned, 'let's just find us some fresh-kill before we have to run around all day.'
The friends sat and shared a small vole together, and were eventually approached by their mentors. Darkpelt, Swiftpaw's mentor, and Lionears approached with a confidence that sent a clear message of experience with young apprentices. 'Good morning you two. For your first day of warrior training, we will show you the clan boundaries and teach you the best way to hunt.' announced Darkpelt with an amused purr at the apprentices' obvious excitement, and turned to lead the way of camp. Nightpaw quivered with apprehension and leapt to her paws to follow the warriors out of camp. As the party pushed their way out of the thick gorse tunnel that guarded to entrance to the Eagleclan camp, Nightpaw sent out a silent prayer to Star Clan- 'help me show them what I can do, what I can be. Please Star Clan, help me to become the best warrior, the best fighter, the best Eagleclan cat this world has ever seen.'