Tis my first story on fanfiction.
Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Warrior series, any of it's content, and blah blah blah. You get it.
Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter
Frostpaw was running.
Running away from something that she wasn't sure of in a covered pine area. Feralclan territory!? What am I doing here?! She thought, still unsure of what was going on.
Her legs pumped harder, trying to get away from the dark thing behind her, thrashing behind her like a clumsy, but fast, badger.
What if it is a badger! Starclan save me! She prayed fearfully and ran faster, not wanting to face a horrible death by a badger.
Then the thing gave a roar.
It wasn't a badger.
Too feline.
But, it didn't sound like and cat's roar she ever heard!
She ran faster than ever.
She passed the two twoleg paths and almost crashed into the stream. She could see the clearing that belonged to Bloodclan. A war of her clan, Feralclan and Scarclan was going on.
What's happening!?
Frostpaw watched in horror as fur, screeching and the scent of death and blood filled the air.
Then she heard the thingthat was chasing the she-catbehind her.
She whirled around, gray fur puffed up, making her look twice her size, and hissed as a huge paw emerged from the shadows.
A huge shadowed black cat, like a ghost cat, with glowing red eyes came with the rest of the monsterous paw.
Frostpaw spat and hissed more until the Shadow Cat came closer.
She stopped her hissing and spitting and watched the Cat.
"Who are you!?" Frostpaw almost yowled the question.
The Cat just looked at her and the sky started to shift into night, sluggishly. Then it turned into day again, night, day, night, day, night, day, night. Then the fast-changing sky stopped abruptly onto the night of many stars and a full moon.
Frostpaw looked behind herself to see the War was still going on.
Cats littered the ground, dead. But, still the War still went on.
She turned back to the Shadow Cat and repeated her question franticlly, Who are you!?
The Cat approached her calmly and slowly till it loomed over her.
"There is a Prophecy," He murmured in a voice oozing with ancient knowledge " that will change the way of the clans forever. The Warrior Code will be shattered, cats will lose faith and war and hate will plague them all."
Frostpaw stared at the Shadow Cat, about to ask him why he was telling her this, until his massive head looked up into the star-filled sky.
She looked up too and saw a raven, gliding on its black wings, outlined by the light of the moon.
It was circling them, like a vulture.
The raven suddenly gave a mighty caw and dropped from the sky, heading toward Frostpaw.
Its talons streached in front of itself, The Bird cawed again, it's searing green eyes boring into her blue one. The Raven's talons burrowed themselves into her shoulder deeply.
Then she woke.
Frostpaw sighed with relief that it was a dream.
But the meaning of the dream baffled her.
She then felt a burning pain.
The apprentice looked at her gray shoulder.
Dark wet blood was there from jagged wounds that looked like they came from… a bird!
Her breath caught in Frostpaw's throat.
Was the dream an actual sign from Starclan?
Still stunned, the young cat got up from the moss covered warrior's den and started making her way to the Medicine cat's den to get her shoulder fixed.
She also needed to tell Scarpaw, her brother, about the dream.
So this is how the clans are settled.
Bloodclan has some of Shadowclan's former territory, all of Thunderclan's former territory and half of Windclan's former territory.
Feralclan has the rest of Shadowclan's territory and half of Riverclan's former territory.
Scarclan has the rest.
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