Welcome readers to my ninth story and my fourth warrior story! I got the idea for this one randomly one day and this is what it became! Here is a short summary: When Oakclan, Birchclan, Rowanclan and Cedarclan are destoryed only ten warriors, four apprentices, one queen, two kit and one medicine cat survive the battle againist the dogs. Lionclaw is the medicine cat of Rowanclan. He decides for the remaining cats to become a new clan. Treeclan. He will have to surivive many challenges and face many hardships from the sixteen remaining cats. However trouble is looming on the horizon and if Treeclan can not become a clan, then their lives are sure to be doomed. Enjoy the prologue and review afterwards!
Lionclaw dodged the final dog's teeth. This dog was the last one. Cuts and scars lined its fur from the many cats that had attacked it. But it still wanted more. It wanted to slaughter the remaining cats. A small brown tom leaped onto the dog's back, his claws gripping the dog's fur. Another tom, this one black also attacked the dog. Lionclaw took the chance to scratch the dog in the eyes. The dog howled and tried to get the cats off it but another one- this one a white she-cat clamped her jaw around the dog's throat. Soon the dog's cries became a whimper then fell silent. The three cats got off the dog and hurried away to check the cats in their own clan.
"Horrible isn't it?" Riverstream- a silver tabby padded over to Lionclaw. "Look at all this."
Lionclaw nodded in agreement, trying to take in the scene around him. Dead cats and dogs littered the forest floor. Dead cats from the four clans that had lived in the forest. "Who is alive?"
"Quietheart, Rainpaw and Redpaw are all that's left," answered Riverstream.
A look of sorrow crossed Lionclaw's face. Rowanclan was in ruin. Only two warriors and two apprentices.
"Is there a medicine cat anywhere?" called a red she-cat. Her scent told Lionclaw that she was a Birchclan warrior.
Lionclaw raced over, "What's wrong?" he asked.
The red-she'cat flicked her tail to a silver she-cat. Her breathing was slow and Lionclaw knew there was nothing he could do for the leader. "Shiningstar," he whispered.
Shiningstar opened her eyes, "Well," she laughed, "Looks like the only medicine cat left is from Rowanclan." Her eyes became serious, "Please try to keep everyone together…"
"Shiningstar!" yowled the red she-cat. But the silver she-cat was gone.
"But do we do Lionclaw?" asked Riverstream.
Lionclaw took another look around the scene. He noticed something coming out of a log. The tom hurried over and gasped. Two kits were climbing out. The only kits to survive the battle. The tortoise shell she-cat noticed Lionclaw first. "You're Rowanclan!" she said surprised.
"What clan are you from?" asked Lionclaw.
"We're from Cedarclan," put in the gray tom, "My name is Whiskerkit and this is my sister Leafkit!"
Lionclaw turned to Riverstream, "Any Cedar-"
The she-cat shook her head, "All of the Cedarclan cats… died in the battle."
"WHAT!" cried Lionclaw, "Then these kits are…"
"Yes," said Riverstream, her voice dripping in sorrow, "They are the last Cedarclan cats."
Lionclaw took a check of the cats around him. He counted eleven warriors and four apprentices. "Is anyone here a queen?" he asked the group of cats, "There are two kits that need milk."
A small brown she-cat padded over, "I am one. My kits…went to Starclan but I still have milk. My name is Deerfoot of Oakclan."
"These kits need a mother," explained Lionclaw stepping aside so the queen could look at the kits, "They are the only survivor of Cedarclan."
Deerfoot's eyes widen, but her expression changed as she settled near the kits, "Come here little ones," she purred.
"What do we do?" asked a large brown tom, "There are no leaders still alive!"
Lionclaw yowled, and all cats turned to him, "As you all know, my name is Lionclaw and I am the medicine cat of Rowanclan. I have an idea so please everyone listen."
Sorry if it is boring. It will get better in the later chapters. I just needed to introduce the chatacters.