Eternal Moon

by xxdeletexx

In the future, where everything is harder for the Clans. Silverheart of ThunderClan and Acornnose her Clanmate, must go on a journey where no cat has ever gone before to save the Clans from a night that lasts forever. I do not own Warrior Cats or claim to own them. Rated T for violence and other stuff.

2. Dawn Patrol

Chapter 1

Pale dawn light filtered through the brambles that sheltered the warriors' den, rousing Silverheart from her peaceful slumber.

She blinked the sleep from her eyes to see a shadow of a cat blocking the sunlight. It was Mallowflight, the deputy of ThunderClan, Silverheart's Clan.

"Yes?" Silverheart asked her.

"Dawn patrol. You're going to lead it." Mallowflight instructed.

(Now I know some of these cats didn't appear in the allegiances)

"OK." Silverheart mewed sleepily.

"Who am I taking?"

"You decide." Mallowflight meowed.

Silverheart got out of the den, and called for the cats she wished to take.

"Acornnose, Bramblepelt, Briarpaw, and Finchface, dawn patrol."

She heard unhappy groans and tired moans from all over the camp.

"What is this? The Great Journey? C'mon, fellow Clanmates! I said dawn patrol!" Silverheart mewed, a growl beginning to claw its way up her throat.

"Right." Meowed Bramblepelt.

At least someone has sense around here! Thought Silverheart, miffed at the other cats who slowly stirred from sleep.

Bramblepelt was the first cat to get in line for the dawn patrol, while the others it seemed like an eternity.

They marched out into the forest, renewing the scent markers.

"Wait!" Finchface hissed.

He began sniffing curiously at a patch of nettle on the ThunderClan side.

He scrunched up his nose.

"ShadowClan have been hunting here!" He announced to the patrol.

Silverheart bent down and began sniffing at the nettle patch.

A sharp tang hit her nose. It smelled like rotting prey and disgusting ShadowClan scent.

Silverheart turned the nettle patch over with her paw. There, lay a half-eaten mouse with maggots and flies all over it.

"Either ShadowClan ate most of this prey or left it uneaten for the foxes and insects to devour." Briarpaw suggested, her nose scrunched up.

"We'll report back to Stormstar and he'll probably bring it up at the Gathering." Acornnose meowed.

"Do we still take in kittypets and rogues and loners?" Briarpaw asked randomly.

"Of course. ThunderClan is strong because it is kind." Bramblepelt told the brown apprentice.

"Anyway, we must report back to Stormstar." Silverheart mewed, and with a wave of her tail, the patrol raced to finish the patrol, and then go report back to Stormstar.