Stalking in the Shadows

by ShadowClan7

A long time ago, when the five Clans were first created, there was much talk about them, and one cat in particular heard about them. He decided to make his own Clan, which he would call BloodClan. He gathered up the most blood thirsty cats he could and formed his Clan. Now, lifetimes have passed and the Clans are threatened by BloodClan. Can they survive the first BloodClan attack?

1. Prologue

Prologue

It was dark in the Twolegplace. All was quiet, except for the soft pad of pawsteps along the rough brick. A dark brown tabby slipped out of the shadows, stalking along the silent roads. He was followed by another cat; A light gray tom. They both crept silently down the streets, taking various twists and turns. The gray cat kept glancing over his shoulder, as if worried that someone else was following. The tabby halted suddenly.

"We are here," he meowed. "Now all we have to do is wait." He sat down, though the gray cat remained standing, ears pricked for danger. For what seemed like moons, these cats remained in their positions, unmoving. Then, as it they sensed something, they both turned toward a dark alleyway at the same time, the tabby standing up.

"Stalk," meowed the tabby in greeting. A jet black tom with one white splotch on his tail slipped out of the alley.

"Greetings, Clawscar," he growled. "I hope you don't mind, but I have also brought my deputy to meet you." He flicked his tail, and a dark gray tom with thistle-like fur stalked out shadows. The tom nodded his head to Clawscar in respect.

"This is Ash," meowed Stalk. "He is my," Stalk hesitated for a moment, "deputy."

"Really?" asked Clawscar. "I wasn't aware that BloodClan had a deputy." He narrowed his eyes. "But that's not why I'm here."

"I know why you're here," Stalk said, smirking. "You need my help, don't you?"

"One of my warriors, Stoneheart," he flicked his tail at the light gray tom, "will explain our... situation to you."

Stoneheart stepped forward, looking nervous, but determined all the same.

"In order to take over all five Clans," he began, "we need to be able to overpower them. We need you to help us. First we'd go for the leaders and the deputies, then the medicine cat. The Clans won't know what hit them."

Stalk smiled. "You seem to think that we have already agreed."

"Of course," growled Clawscar, stepping up as if he had rehearsed this. "You don't have a choice."

"Oh we always have a choice, Clawscar," meowed Stalk, silkily. Out of nowhere, he lunged at Stoneheart.

"No!" screeched Clawscar as Stalk clawed at Stoneheart's neck. Just as he was about to leap to Stoneheart's defense, Ash went barreling into him, pinning him down.

Clawscar watched in horror as Stalk tore Stoneheart apart, bit by bit. When Ash finally released him, Stoneheart's eyes had rolled up and had grown puffy. He was covered in so many scars that he was barely recognizable. Clawscar was frozen in his spot, looking at the remains of his faithful warrior.

"Just remember," growled Stalk, "we always have a choice. Get all the Clans out of the forest by the full moon after the next, or you will all suffer whatever my warriors have to give to you." And with that, he slipped into she shadows.