Hi, guys! This is my first story, and I'm soooo glad it's a Warriors story! I'm sort of in a dark mood this week, so I figured I'd use it as inspiration. One good thing about me: I never have writer's block. If I have NO idea what to do for one story, I write another. Hehe.

Disclamer: I don't own Warriors, obviously, even though I REALLY want to.

Edit: This is Coqui from the future. I have rewritten some stuff. All chapters that are rewritten will say so, and revisions will be slow.

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By: Coqui's Song

Prologue

A dark tom sat alone in his den. He'd been leader of ShadowClan for only a moon, yet he was confident that he and his warriors would rule the entire forest. First drive out the pitiful excuse for a Clan, WindClan. Then they'd have more food for their kits, but soon they'd need more.

He didn't want to drive out ThunderClan or RiverClan- they'd soon need ShadowClan's help, to survive, but he wanted them to share their hunting grounds with his Clan. The more hunting territory his Clan had, the better.

A brown head stuck in his den. "Brokenstar, would you like to hear my report?" it was Clawface, a close friend of his. But Brokenstar was in no mood to be friendly. He wanted to think of his plans to get more hunting grounds.

But he replied, "Yes, Clawface. Go ahead."

"The WindClan cats aren't going to give up their hunting grounds. Our patrol came across a WindClan patrol, and we asked peacefully if they could share their rabbits. They said no, that Clans have never shared hunting grounds before, and that it would be un-warrior-like," he informed Brokenstar.

The young ShadowClan leader narrowed his yellow eyes, which glinted with malice in the darkness of his den. His father's stale scent was still clinging to the walls, but what did Brokenstar care? His father had never realized what potential ShadowClan had, the potential to rule over the whole forest. Brokenstar lashed his tail in annoyance at the weaklings of WindClan and their foolish pride.

He smiled malevolently. WindClan's own pride would be their downfall.

"We will deal with that soon," Brokenstar promised his trusted friend, "but first, we need more warriors. If we are to force WindClan into this, we must look strong. We must look as if we have more cats, more warriors, and we should. Dawncloud's kits will be three moons old next moon. We cannot wait until they are six moons old, it would take too long, and no other kits are close to six moons. So we will apprentice them at three moons."

Clawface unsheathed his claws. "That is a good plan, Brokenstar." He didn't go against it at all. "Who first?"

Brokenstar's amber eyes glinted. "Newkit, Squirrelkit, Littlekit and Badgerkit."

Hi. Coqui from the future again. I rewrote some of the prologue as well as fixed some minor grammar issues which tend to freak me out when ever I reread them. So. Yeah. I know it's still short. But I really can't think of anything else to write.

I don't expect any reviews, but if you happen to drop one by me, I'd be ecstatic. SO just press the blue button... you know it beckons you...

~Coqui's Song