Hiya! I've been preparing this story for all you guys and gals willing to read! So, the main character hasn't been introduced, but I promise he'll be in Chapter 1! So, enjoy, and feel free to point out any errors! This story contains unrealistic eyes.
The sky was dark. The moon nestled in the firm grip as thunderous clouds rolled slowly by. The rain was slowly trailing into a down-pour, pelting the dark streets of the small Twolegplace. A monster roared by, black paws sendinga spray of water up. A clap of lightning struck in the distance. The night was ominous, dark, and unforgiving. Hidden in the darkness, a cat stalked behind the trash-cans, tossed carelessly in the rain. The cat was a muscular male, a fairly strong build, broad shoulders, long whiskers, a pink nose, a gray coat, and burning amber eyes. His whiskers were stained with rain-drops, which patterned against the street. Another monster roared by. The tom ran. He darted into the dark alley, rain seeming to create a sheen on his coat as he did. He jumped onto a wooden crate. It almost gave away, obviously weak and left to rot in the alley. He ran up the trail, pouncing onto a roof. He sat in the rain, vigorously shaking his pelt. More rain fell onto him, and he gave up. "Kalewind." The male only flicked his tail at the voice. It hung through the air, breaking the almost eerie silence. The calico shivered violently. His coat slicked to his shoulders. A desperate huff escaped his throat. His pinkish red eyes surveyed the cat in front of him as he stopped trembling. His claws and teeth had been reinforced with dog teeth and claws. A red collar, most of the dye peeled off, hung loosely, too big for the younger cat's neck. "You came here?" The calico began to groom the broad shoulder of the other. "Yes, Lythia. We drove away the tribe, who turned and tried to steal our land. It was so sudden- our leader lost a life. The cat was almost killed. Most of the warriors, such as myself, were looked up to and praised. But everycat only cared about stupid Foreststar." He spat, the vengeance growing in his eyes. "Why does this bother you, Kalewind?" Lythia asked, raising a brow. Kalewind did not reply. "I need you to do something. Attack the clans. Turn us against each other. Just find a way to get us lost in a field of battle. Kill them all. I want my revenge." Kalewind was now shaking. "Calm it, Kalewind." Lythia said smoothly. "I'll do what I can. Try to recruit your own rouges, cause your own battles, kill your own cats for now. I have my own to attend to." With that, Lythia gave a small nod of respect to the forest cat, then turned and vanished over the rooftop. Now alone, Kalewind felt the wind whipping at his fur. He glanced over his gray, wet shoulder and looked out over the forest, staring out until it vanished into a thin trail of horizon. He then stood up, preparing for the journey home.