𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

Prologue:

R&R

The WindClan camp was dead silent as Thistleheart watched the trainee's den closely. Calmbreeze, the ThunderClan medicine cat, rushed back and forth between the den and the meagre herb stock the WindClan cats possessed, concern clear on her face. All the other trainee's sat together in another corner of camp, huddled together and yawning every now and again. Outside their den sat a she-cat, a pure, milky white and, admittedly, quite beautiful, with a young tom, who was a darker-grey in colour. The young tom paced anxiously, whilst the she-cat shuffled her paws and held herself steady on the verge of tears.

Thistleheart looked to Adderstrike, who was glaring at a pair of young toms. The two other toms were glaring right back and flexing their claws into the earth below them. But every cat in WindClan knew it better than to attack ThunderClan warriors. They had no battle training at all, and many of them only got their strength from the brutality of the life they were living. Thistleheart hissed warningly at Adderstrike, flicking the tip of his tail tip impatiently at the other two toms.

"Let them mourn in peace." Thistleheart hissed at the younger warrior. Adderstrike let out an audible huff, but said nothing more of it. Thistleheart's sister had trained the tom and though he had a reckless, impulsive personality, he had respect for his higher-ups whipped into him. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, debating on whether to comment back, and possibly trying to intimidate the WindClan toms. It didn't matter, really. A simple irritated flick of Thistleheart's tail had silenced the much scrawnier WindClan cats.

Calmbreeze continued to rush back and forth from the trainee's den to the herb stock, going in with a full mouth of all kinds of plants Thistleheart didn't know the name of and leaving with not so much as a stalk left.

Calmbreeze finally took one last, particularly longer, trip to the den, before she left permanently. She paused as she left, breathing heavily, and turned to the white she-cat who was waiting outside of the den. The white she-cat tilted her ears back hopefully and when she received a nod and a murmur Thistleheart couldn't make out, she threw herself to the medicine cat for a quick, usually illegal, embrace, before rushing into the den. Thistleheart let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in, as the young dark-grey tom bounded into the den after the white she-cat.

Calmbreeze took a minute to breathe, to allow her nerves to calm, before she trotted briskly towards the two warriors. Thistleheart nodded to her in greeting, and when she was close enough that their conversation could be private and away from the ears of the now relieved yet still angry WindClan cats, he spoke, "Is he okay?"

"Yes," Calmbreeze whispered back, looking anxiously at Adderstrike out of the corner of her eye, who was still glaring at the other two toms. Though Thistleheart would never think it had he not known them personally, Calmbreeze and Adderstrike were siblings. The two were never particularly close, what with Calmbreeze living a life of peace and empathy for all, whilst Adderstrike learned to fight and discipline slaves. Calmbreeze looked back to Thistleheart as she continued, "I think his leg may be slightly broken, but it's nothing that can't be fixed with some good rest."

"Will he back up in time?" Thistleheart asked, paw twitching anxiously.

Calmbreeze paused for a second, confused as to what he meant, before she realised, "I think so," Calmbreeze murmured back, feeling the glare of an entire clan burn into her back, "Maybe half a moon, maybe more. But he will be back in shape. He is strong enough."

"What are you going to do?" Adderstrike spoke up finally, nudging his senior warrior, "He is your slave after all."

If it were up to Thistleheart, Spruceclaw would be punished for injuring such a young cat so severely. But Spruceclaw was the deputy, and Blossomstar's son, so much as a whisper against him would leave Thistleheart as a low-ranking warrior again, if not a slave himself. There was nothing Thistleheart could do. Though he did not say this aloud, a ripple of shared knowledge spread through the group, Adderstrike looking at the ground and Calmbreeze letting out a long breath through her nose.

Thistleheart looked up at the moon, which was angled up in the sky. Though WindClan camp always seemed dreary and miserable, Thistleheart would readily admit it was beautiful. The moors stretched out far and wide, and there were no trees to obscure the sights to see. But a bitter growl from Flame, an older WindClan she-cat who still crowed about the good old days her ancestors once had, brought him back into reality, "Shouldn't you be getting back, Calmbreeze? Blueflower said Emberkit was sneezing a lot more than usual last time I saw her, and you know how she gets."

"Are those some of your uncle instincts kicking in?" Calmbreeze purred warmly, smiling at Thistleheart. Before he could respond, however, she nodded, "Yes, I suppose I should be getting back. It is late and I'm tired." Thistleheart nodded in agreement, seeing how weakly Calmbreeze stood, clearly exhausted.

He peered around camp, before spotting Snake, his slave since he first became a warrior. Though Snake despised ThunderClan cats for what they did to his clan, he had come to have an admiration for Thistleheart. He was aware of how lucky he was to have a kind master who did not harm him for mistakes. As soon as Thistleheart's eyes fell to him, he approached.

"Yes, Thistleheart?"

"Escort Calmbreeze back to ThunderClan camp." Thistleheart ordered, to which Snake nodded. Calmbreeze looked to the skinny black tom and smiled politely in greeting, and Snake waited for her lead. The two took off into the night, Thistleheart and Adderstrike watching them go.

As the ThunderClan warriors resumed their guard duties, a pair of pale-blue eyes peered out at them from the den in which Calmbreeze had been rushing to and from. They narrowed as the dark-grey young tom who had been sitting outside the den turned back to see his brother, fast asleep from poppy-seeds, with a make-shift cast around his leg.

And as he approached to curl up next to his mother who lay next to her son anxiously, he felt a spark in his chest.

A spark of revolution.

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Annnd that's the prologue finished! Welcome to my new fanfic, "Revolution". If it wasn't clear, this will handling topics such as slavery and will feature some more violent scenes, so if that's not your thing, I recommend that this be where you stop reading. But, if you don't mind those things, please, keep reading! I live only for approval. I cannot promise steady updates, school's a pain in the ass, but I can promise you they will get out eventually.

The next "chapter," is going to be the allegiances, and then I'll have the official Chapter One, which I'm in the middle of writing! The allegiances are just... pretty long, so they need a chapter all to themselves.

Thank you for reading.