Hey, here's the new 'Era of Blood' story. This is Olivesong writing, but Breezeheart will write the rest! I hope you enjoy our story!
Coldheart stalked impatiently, listening to his leader's ragged breaths. He needs to die soon! If Warmstar lived through leafbare, he would live for a least a few more moons, much longer then Coldheart wanted. Coldheart relaxed his features, putting them into a eye-pleasing half-smile. It wouldn't be good for him to smile too much. After all he was the caring, warm, and most importantly the most trusted in the whole clan. Coldheart walked into the den slowly, carelessly dismissing the Medicine cat.
"Ahh, Coldheart." Wheezed Warmstar. "It seems like just yesterday when I started to call you Coldpaw instead of Teufel."
"Indeed Warmstar." Coldheart whispered, sitting down next to the old battered leader. "I fondly remember the days." Before he came into the clan.
"I see you remembering." Warmstar smiled up at him, his paws holding a battered tooth necklace.
"My necklace!" Coldheart rushed to pick it up, staring at it. "I never did tell you what the words on this meant."
"What do they mean my boy?" Warmstar actually looked interested now. Ha, for once in his life.
"Mord an dem edlen. It means Murder of the Noble" Warmstar looked slightly disturbed, but still asked.
"Why did you get it? Any particular reason?"
"Oh, I did not get it. You did."
And then Coldheart sprang. Curling up his muscles, he stretched with his claws out, only to land in the dust.
"My-my boy? What are you doing?"
Coldheart growled in frustration, and launched himself again, but Warmstar rolled away. Finally he pinned the leader to the ground, like a cat does to a mouse.
"You never did understand my name, did you?"
Shaking with fear, Warmstar still managed to reply. "Teufel? What was special about that?"
Coldheart dug his claws in further, noting with satisfaction that Warmstar had winced.
"Did it...Have a meaning?" Coldheart dug his claws in further.
"Yes. It means Devil." And with that final word, Coldheart sprang, cutting off Warmstar's neck, and watching as the cat grew still.
The new era had begun.
And nobody could stop him.
And that was the prologue, done and dusted! For anyone intrested, Teufel is German. Google translate helped. Okay, so I'm putting up chapter two later. Hope you enjoy this story, any reviews are apreciated. You will learn about the main charater next chapter!