A/N: First fanfiction we've written together! Yay! Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter but OC names belong to us. If you want to borrow these names, ask us and we'll let you…maybe. Enjoy this prologue. Constructive criticism always welcome. This chapter is written by both BriannaAllAround and MidnightZoroark827.

Warriors: Flames of Revolution

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Prologue

The white she-cat ran through the dense forest, her paws making the only noise as they crunched the snow underneath. The only thing that gave her away in the dark of night was her tail as pink as comfrey. They never would have seen her otherwise. Her ears pricked at the sound of many heavy pawsteps churning up the snow behind. She couldn't push herself to run any faster, for her belly was swollen with kits.

Suddenly, she stumbled over her own paws, her mind to focused on getting away to really pay any attention. She hit the ground hard and pain flared throughout her right forepaw. She gave a cry of pain only to be cut short by a heavy paw coming down on the back of her neck.

The smell of fox seemed to be all around her though she knew this was no fox. The faint sound of pawsteps came from behind but she did not turn her head, for she knew what was to come. A deep voice sounded from her left. "You thought you could get away, didn't you?"

The she-cat's eyes widened at the sound of the tom's voice. "Why?" She managed to croak out from under the weight on her neck.

The tom continued with faint amusement in his voice. "Why? Why would I relay information? Well lets see, since I'm not from ThunderClan-" But he was cut off by a shriek of pain from the she-cat. He turns his head to see one of his followers biting into her left ear. The tom snarled at one of his cats. "Stop! I want her to hear what I have to say!"

The cat who was biting into her ear let go. "Why do we need to tell her? She's going to die anyway," The tom growled back, exposing his large canines. The "leader" of the group flattened his ears and hissed.

"I want her to relay this message to StarClan." Once he said that, he curled his tail in delight, staring at the she-cat with pleasure. He stepped closer to the she-cat, his breath pushing steam in her face making her close her eyes. "Listen well because I'm only going to say this once." His amber eyes gleamed brightly.

"The Dark Forest has returned."

The other cats raised their heads and let out blood chilling howls to Silverpelt. The she-cat wanted to curl up in her warm nest back home in the nursery, wanting this nightmare to be nothing more than, well, a nightmare. The tom felt delight rise within him as he turned back to the pink-tailed she-cat to see her face twisted with horror.

The tom let his claws slide out and racked them down the she-cat's side, smiling with satisfaction at her howl of pain. The other cats stayed back as he did this but they all had bloodlust shining in their eyes.

"Make it look like a fox, but leave the final blow to me," The tom said sitting down in the snow, curling his long tail around his front paws. A gray she-cat grinned, showing her sharp teeth. "With pleasure," She snarled, and sprang forward, the other cats following her lead.

Time seemed to last for hours as claw after claw sliced the she-cat's pelt. Her once beautiful white fur was now stained with red. The cats could see the light dying from her blue eyes so they all started to take steps back. The tom got up from the snow, shaking off the cold droplets from his haunches before walking over to her.

He was inches away from her, his claw gleaming in the moonlight. With her last effort, she forced out her last words before the tom could strike.

"We trusted you," She gasped out, blood dripping from her lip. Before the tom struck her, he hissed, baring his pearly white fangs.

"Then you're all fools."


An ear splitting howl woke the orange she-cat up from her pleasant dream. She lifted her head, looking around from where she lay in the center of the warrior's den. Other cats also lifted their heads from the scream, too. The orange she-cat quickly got up from her nest and dashed outside into the snow.

A pinkish-whitish tom was emerging from the medicine cat den, his pale eyes flashed when he saw her. "Flamecloud, did you hear that?"

Flamecloud dipped her head. "Why else would I be up at this time, Milkeyes?" Milkeyes shrugged before another shrill cry split through the night. This time, a large, long furred tom appeared from the top of the Highledge. His amber eyes caught Flamecloud's green eyes.

"Flamecloud," He called down. "Lead a patrol to see what's going on. Take Joltwhisker, Midnightspeck, Thrushflight, and Badgerstripe!" Flamecloud dipped her head at her leader's order. Before she could even call the cats, the four were already at her side. She nodded. "Let's go."

As the patrol left, Milkeyes dashed back into the medicine cat den to grab poppy seed and cobweb. When he dashed back outside, his leader was watching him closely. "Be careful, Milkeyes."

The medicine cat dipped his head respectfully toward his leader. "Of course, Stonestar." On that note, Milkeyes went to leave the camp but was cut off by one of the queens.

"Milkeyes, Rosetail isn't in the nursery!" The black she-cat's eyes were wide with fear for her missing friend.

"Don't worry, Blackfang. I'll keep an eye out for her. Besides, with her belly so swollen with kits, she couldn't have gone far." Milkeyes replied, trying to reassure Blackfang as well as himself.

With that, Milkeyes darted past the queen and out into the forest only to be stopped once again. The gray blob smashed into him, making Milkeyes drop the poppy seeds onto the ground. Milkeyes snarled in frustration.

"Watch where you're going! There's a cat out there that needs help," Milkeyes snapped, trying to save the fallen poppy seeds. The gray cat blinked at Milkeyes with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, Milkeyes. I smelled fresh fox scent and I was coming back to warn the camp when I heard the yowl."

Milkeyes stared at the tom for a second before shaking his head. "Make yourself useful, Wolfshadow, and run back to camp to get me some more poppy seed. You know, the small black seeds?" Wolfshadow nodded and dashed into the camp entrance.

Milkeyes followed the tracks that Flamecloud and the patrol left in the snow. The farther Milkeyes traveled, the stronger scent of fox wafted into his nostrils. "Milkeyes!" He could hear the sound of Midnightspeck calling his name. He sprang from two bushes to see Flamecloud and her patrol crouched over something.

A sickening feeling settled in the pit of Milkeyes' stomach when the smell of fox mingled with the scent of death. Milkeyes picked his way toward the patrol and stood next to Flamecloud, who was frozen in horror and dismay.

There, lying in a pool of blood, was the dead body of Rosetail. Her snow-white pelt was drenched in blood as well as the snow on the forest floor. Her pink tail was the only thing that looked untouched, that and her blue eyes, which were once full of life now blank and cold.

It seemed like they stood there for hours, just staring down at Rosetail's lifeless body. None of the patrol even heard Wolfshadow's approach until they heard his intake of breath. Just then, Flamecloud made a small cry.

"Milkeyes, what about her kits?"

The pinkish-whitish tom blinked several times before he wrapped his tail around his orange sister's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Flamecloud. They…" But he trailed off when he remembered that Rosetail had been very close to kitting.

"I can save them, I think," Milkeyes almost whispered. He quietly padded closer to the lifeless she-cat, unsheathed his claws, and then carefully tore open her soft underbelly. Flamecloud let out a sharp gasp.

"Milkeyes, what in StarClan's universe do you think you're doing?!"

Joltwhisker and Thrushflight unsheathed their claws, wondering if their medicine cat was going mad. But everyone soon relaxed when Milkeyes turned to face them, a tiny kit covered in blood was dangling from his jaws. He placed it at Midnightspeck's paws. "Run this kit back to camp and give it to Newtfang so she can give milk to this kit! Hurry!"

Midnightspeck didn't need to be told twice as she picked up the kit and ran back with it toward camp. Milkeyes turned back to Rosetail to get another kit but when he picked it up, the poor kit was dead. Milkeyes gently dropped it next to his mother's head and picked up the pure white kit.

It seemed that when he picked up the white she-kit it started to snow again. Milkeyes looked up at the sky, watching the white specks fall from the dark sky. Milkeyes quickly placed the she-kit at Wolfshadow's paws. Before he could say anything, Wolfshadow picked up the kit and made his way toward camp.

Sighing, Milkeyes looked back at Rosetail and her dead kit. "You all can go back to camp and tell the news," He mewed quietly. Thrushflight dipped his head and led the cats back to camp, except for Flamecloud. She was still staring at her dead friend with shock in her eyes.

She padded up to Rosetail's face and used her tail to close her friend's eyes. "Goodbye, my friend," She murmured in Rosetail's broken ear. "Your secret, and kits, are safe with me."

Milkeyes didn't hear what is sister had said because he was too busy looking up at the snowy sky. Just then, the clouds parted to reveal a claw-shaped moon. At that very moment, Milkeyes' fur began to bristle and his tail started lashing from side to side.

Flamecloud looked up at her brother, wanting to ask him what was wrong but she silenced herself, knowing he was receiving a message from StarClan. Finally, he backed away, shaking his head. "I-it doesn't make any sense," He murmured to himself.

The orange she-cat rested her tail on Milkeyes' shoulder. "What did StarClan tell you?" She asked. Milkeyes shook his head once more before widening his eyes.

'"The flames are sparking; the meadow is burning, but the snow is still falling to its destiny."'

Flamecloud stared at her brother with widened eyes. Flames? "What does it mean?" She asked. Milkeyes shook his head. "I don't know yet." He heaved a sigh and walked closer to Rosetail.

"Come. We must burry her and her kit before the snow gets worse." Flamecloud said nothing as she followed her brother, her heart beating hard in her chest. When she looked at her friend again, she felt tears burn her eyes. One escaped her eye, falling in the snow.

'Oh, Rosetail, what will Oakstomp say? Will he and ShadowClan fight for these kits?'

A/N: Thanks for reading this prologue. R/R please!