I don't own the Warrior series. Erin Hunter does. Though, the cats I make up belong to me.
Prologue:
Lightning flashed through the sky. Rain poured onto the drenched forest floor. Thunder shook through the forest. Darkness came and went as lightning lite up the ground. Dark gray clouds covered the moon. A dark brown kit stood on the forest floor. Fear filled him. The kind of fear that is felt when one knows they are being watched. That behind any tree could be the cat that would end their life.
The kit stood shivering. From fear, and from the cold. He knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Nothing was right, and nothing seemed safe. Every flash of light could reveal the threat that was coming. Every time the forest was lite up, it could show the silhouette of the cat that would end it.
The kit, only three moons old, didn't know why he felt his life was about to end. About to tumble into the eternal darkness that is know as death. His light green-eyes widened at every flash of light. Every time he feared that the cat would be there. The cat that was out to get him.
The kit didn't even know why someone was out to get him. That was one of the things that scared him the most. What would his sister and brother think of him. That he had done something so wrong that a cat wanted for him to be gone. What about his father? The cat he had wanted to make proud. Also his friend, what would she think? Would they all miss him? What would they think of what was happening to him?
And his mother. According to other cats she was up in the stars with her ancestors. He had never known her since she died giving birth. But the kit had known he wanted to somehow make her proud too. He didn't really get how she could be in the stars, but somehow, he knew she was watching over him.
The kit knew deep inside there was nothing he could do. The cat after him had done this to another cat too. He had snuck out of camp, the clearing where he lived was crowded and he wanted to be in the peaceful forest.
Then, he had seen a cat. A cat whose fur was the darkest brown he had ever seen. The cat's eyes, were the darkest blue that he had ever seen. That cat had been stalking another one. A cat he recognized as the leader of his Clan.
Maybe that's why. He had seen way too much. He had jeopardized the cat's plan but witnessing what had happened. He didn't know really what he had witnessed, but some instinct inside him had told him something very bad had happened.
Would his warrior ancestors except him? He'd witness something he wasn't suppose to have seen. Would they hate him for that.
The tom wondered if he should run. Where would he go? How would he survive. He wished he was back in the warm camp, curled up next to his two siblings. The kit knew there was no way he could outrun this cat. His short legs would never take him that far.
A flash of light revealed a silhouette of a cat on a tree nearby. A cat, with dark blue-eyes and dark brown fur.
The kit closed it's eyes, listening to the sound of the rain as the cat came closer and closer.
Opening his eyes for one last time, his last moments were watching thorn sharp claws slash his neck open.
Cedarpaw woke in terror. For the last few moons, he had had the same dream every night.
Every morning he remember vividly the fear of being watched. Of being stalked by a predator that knew no limits. A power hunger enemy that would kill anyone in it's way.
But the feeling of impending doomed that lasted well into the next day wasn't what scared him the most.
What scared him the most was looking at that cat, and realizing, he was looking at an exact replica of himself.
Does anyone think this chapter is too short? If it is, I'll try to make other chapters longer.