A/N: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter and The X-Files to Chris Carter. The clan cats are from the time between the original Warriors series and The New Prophecy. Based on character list from Moonrise.
Pinestar's Destiny:
Pinestar, a former ThunderClan leader, left Clan life to become a kittypet. But when his Twoleg dies under mysterious circumstances, who shows up?
Mulder and Scully of course!
Chapter 1
FBI Headquarters
Mulder's Office
9:32 AM
"Hey Scully! You ready for another wild goose chase?"
"Do you really need me to answer that Mulder? My mom's birthday is coming up, we have a budget meeting Friday..."
"So that's a yes I take it?"
Scully rolls her crystal blue eyes, her fiery red hair glowing in the mid-morning light. She concludes it's not worth fighting. "Fine."
Mulder, with his messy brown hair smiles, his green eyes sparkling. "Wonderful. There has been strange happenings at White Hart Woods..."
White Hart Woods
Edge of ThunderClan territory
Two days prior
The woods was dark and silent as the ThunderClan moon-high patrol swerved easily through the trees. Firestar took the time to take his deputy, Graystripe, and a few other senior warriors out for a moon-high border patrol and hunt. The cool night air presently blew through Firestar's ginger fur. His forest green eyes were scanning the woods for danger. Graystripe padded up, his long gray fur fluffed up from the breeze. "I don't know how you stand it!" he grumbled. "It's freezing!" Firestar purred with amusement at his life long friend. "It's not that bad, and I'm the one with shorter-" he stopped when Mousefur approached. Mousefur padded up, and stated crisply; "Were getting close the Twoleg Place! Can't you two stop chattering like starlings and listen!" Most cats wouldn't have the courage to go up to their leader and say something like that. But Firestar simply flicked his tail for silence. The rest of the patrol halted and listened. There was a faint hum in the air, a bit like a Twoleg Monster. Firestar gave the signal to move forward. The cats ghosted through the forest, towards the noise. Just as the Twoleg Place came into view, there was a flash of light, and the cats collapsed.
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Scully and Mulder arrived at the scene around 12 in the afternoon. It was a small, pleasant little town, some 3 hours from DC. They headed down Windover Road, and made a right onto Chelford Drive, coming to a stop near the mill. They both got out and walked to the main building. Scully knocked. No response. She knocked again. Nothing. She pounded on the door and said, "Federal Agents! Open up!" Mulder looked at her.
"Maybe nobody is here?"
"It's a Monday and 12 in the afternoon! Someone should be here!"
"Wait! Listen!"
All Scully heard was birds singing, wind rustling the branches, the chirps of squirrels and chipmunks... then she realized something. "No machines." she said softly. She and Mulder exchanged a look and crept to the back of the mill.
Of all the things they mentally prepared themselves to see, they did not expect 5 unconscious cats on the other side of the chain link fence.
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Firestar woke in a starlit clearing. StarClan surrounded him, glittering in the moonlight. Bluestar stepped forward.
"Did I lose a life?"
She nodded sadly. "It was a life you weren't meant to lose."
"What happened? Is the Clan safe?"
Yellowfang padded foreword. "I'm afraid we have two more warriors tonight, Firestar."
"NO!" Two familiar starlit shapes were reveled.
"We've sorry Firestar," said the one on the left, a dark tabby tom. "We've failed!" the other said miserably, a white pelted tom.
Firestar felt pain in his heart. He lost two great warriors today, because his was meowing nonsense! "No! It's not your fault! It's mine! I should take the burden! Let me lose another 2 lives!" He begged StarClan, "So they can return to us!"
"That is not how it works, Firestar." Yellowfang meowed gravely. "You know that."
"But it is none of your faults." meowed Bluestar. "It was something beyond your control. Do not blame yourself. Return to your Clan. They need a leader for what is to come." And the world faded away again.
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Pinestar shifted restlessly in his sleep. He was dreaming.
He was at the ThunderClan border, near the Twoleg Place. Half forgotten sights and sounds swirled around him. A ginger and long haired gray tom were conversing up ahead. Good, he thought, ThunderClan is thriving! The bodies of the patrol were still plump from green-leaf. A light brown she cat huffed in annoyance and strolled up to the red tom. "Were getting close to the Twoleg Place..." Pinestar realized the red furred tom was Clan leader. Pain seared his heart as he thought of Sunstar. As he was lost in thought, the patrol had halted and the leader flicked his tail for silence. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the dream ended.
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Scully watched as a grey tom stirred and stood unsteadily on his paws. He staggered over to the ginger tom, and nosed at him, looking for signs of life. The ginger cat stirred and meowed softly something. Immediately the gray cat left the ginger one and turned to the white and tabby toms that were eerily still. He yowled when he realized they were dead. The noise brought the light brown she cat to her feet, and she stumbled over.
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Mousefur woke to a yowling "NOO!" Her eyes flickered open and she saw Graystripe standing over Cloudtail and Dustpelt. She pulled herself to her paws and padded over. "We lost them," she whispered, tears beginning to form. A weak voice called out.
"Graystripe..."
Graystipe hurried over to his friend. "Are you ok?" he asked, consurned.
"I'm fine," he rasped. "I just lost a life. How are Cloudtail and Dustpelt?"
"They are dead."
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After a quick conversation, the gray tom helped the ginger one to his feet. Working together with the she-cat, they collected the two bodies and retreated into the woods.
A/N: And that's chapter one!