Warriors: Through the Eye of the Tiger
Prologue
Author's note (IMPORTANT)
This story is going much faster then I thought, it would which is a good thing in my opinion! The prologue might be just the slightest bit confusing so let me just say this; this is a flashback. I had a feeling that might cause some confusion, so I added that big flashing word IMPORTANT so you would be sure to notice it.
I also, shamelessly, forgot to add a 'StarClan' section along in my 'Allegiances'. I'll try to update it, but
I'm still getting the hangs of things on FanFiction.
I have a plot developing, but I'm kind of just going with the flow and see what happens. Be sure to check in for Chapter I, which I will (hopefully) be posting very soon! Thanks everyone!
-Alice
PROLOGUE
The ebony night held Silverpelt high in the sky, the warrior ancestors glistening beams of light down over the forest below. Silently they smiled, but their eyes were somber, as they watched the new prophecy unfold.
"BoulderClan needs them more then you. Now hand them to me, and no one dies." meowed a commanding voice, cold and harsh.
The trembling she-cat froze as she watched the owner of the voice, a large tom, step out from behind a tree. From the she-cat's mouth dangled two young kits, both toms, mewing pitiful cries of help.
"No." she rasped, her eyes growing wide and fearful; there was no escape.
The tom's gaze was grim. Finally he sighed and meowed, "I didn't want this to happen, Rosepool."
Filled with a sudden anger, the tom let out a chilling yowl and pounced on to the she-cat, his claws sheathed.
Rosepool desperately tried to break free under his grasp, and let out a frantic cry of help.
Blindly the tom swiped at her with a huge paw, knocking one of the kits from his mothers grasp. The tiny tom fell with a thud on the ground, and his dusty brown body lay limp. Rosepool let out a sheer yowl of pain and hatred, and in a blaze furiously kicked at the tom.
The two cats fought viciously, both bleeding heavily and growing exhausted.
"Enough of this!" declared the ginger tom, digging his claws into Rosepool's throat.
She gasped loudly for air, and let herself go limp. Rosepool stared at the tom straight in the eyes, her gaze filled to the brim with hate. She allowed her body to curl into ball, her legs twitching. The she-cat slowly let go of the grip she had on the other kit. Warm blood trickled from her mouth, as her eyes closed slowly.
The tom stood and looked down in triumph at the dead she-cat's body. He leaned gingerly over her body, picking up the mewing kit.
"Rosepool!" called a distant voice, causing him to swerve sharply on his heels.
He could suddenly scent an enemy clan. "WillowClan!" he exclaimed gruffly, taking off at a surprising speed with the kit in his jaws.
The ginger tom smiled; he had succeed. Of course, he had not managed to retrieve the other kit, but at least he had one of them. The prophecy made by Icewing would now be fulfilled!
Moments later in the same place the ginger tom had been, another tom appeared, this one slim and long haired. He gasped as he saw the two cats. Slowly he approached Rosepool, sorrow overcoming him at the sight of the gentle queen's dead useless body. He began to lick her face softly.
His ears pricked as he suddenly heard the sound of a small mew. The tom's attention turned towards the tiny kit on the ground. Slowly the kit mewed again, the sound barely above the sound of the cool breeze blowing through the forest.
"Thank Starclan! Copperkit lives." he purred with joy, picking up the tiny kit gently in his jaws.
Copperkit was barely moving. The tom feared that he might not make it back to WillowClan's camp. He glanced behind his shoulder in confusion. Where was Copperkit's brother?
His heart felt heavy as realization fell over him; what ever had killed Rosepool, must have killed her other kit as well.
He left his mouth ajar, hoping to catch scent of what had killed them. Surprisingly, he scented BoulderClan; fresh. He decided that a patrol must have just come through before the queen and her kit was slayed.
Quickly had made pace back to camp, still puzzling over the BoulderClan scent.
The tom entered the Willowclan camp shortly, his body brushing past the large willow tree marking the entrance. Trying not to jostle the kit, he slowly made his way into the Medicine Cat's den.
The old medicine cat, Silverfrost, quickly came to the young warrior's aid. "Your the first to return! All of the other Warriors are still out searching." she meowed, her voice cracking.
He lowered his head. "Rosepool is dead and her other son as well. I-I didn't know what to do."
Silverfrost licked his ear affectionately. "It isn't your fault young Granitefoot. Once some of the other warriors return, they will retrieve her body."
The kind medicine cat began to treat Copperkit. "Dear Starclan!" she breathed, as she looked over the kits wounds.
"What?!" Granitefoot meowed in alarm, and leaned over to see what she had meant.
He himself drew back air, when he understood what she was looking at. Across the kit's young face, was a jagged wound, straight across his newborn eyes. The wound was bleeding heavily and it looked as if it would leave a permanent scar.
"He will be blind." Silverfrost said finally, after a long period of painful silence.
Granitefoot felt anger build inside of him. "What savage monster would do this?" he demanded.
Silverfrost could only shake her head. "I think I can smell BoulderClan, but the scent of blood is too strong."
Granitefoot wondered if he should tell her that the had scented them too. Would it only cause a bigger rivalry between clans? "Is this what Starclan wants?" he meowed faintly.
The wise medicine cat hesitated before responding. "StarClan has a reason. They always do." she meowed finally, brushing her tail against the young warrior's flank.
And StarClan did have a reason for the death of Rosepool, and the scattered information and confusion caused by it. It what force all of the clans to reveal secrets and confess burdens, to resolve in a new beginning for the cats.
