Cosmic Dust
By: Vanilla
Disclaimer: The Warriors series by Erin hunter is © to HarperCollins Publishers; I do not claim ownership nor will I use the series' characters, plots, or additional information original to the novels for commercial purposes. The characters used within this document are © to their creators.
Summary: Three ShadowClan apprentices unearth a Clan secret that not only affects them, but a lone she-cat by the name of Comet. Their journey begins to uphold the warrior code and shed justice on those wrongfully accused. They soon realize greater powers are at work and that each one of them is bound to the same great fate.
Prologue
Snow blanketed the clearing, descending from the sky in the form of massive white snowflakes. Regardless of the deadening chill of Leaf-bare—Silvertip remained motionless—the flesh beneath his pelt growing unpleasantly warm under the accusatory gaze of his Clanmates. Quillstar's blue eyes settled upon the silver tabby tom's battered figure and he could easily distinguish the blatant mixture of anger, disbelief, and disappointment displayed in the familiar contours of his Clan leader's face.
"Silvertip, you are hereby exiled from ShadowClan," Quillstar meowed, her voice calm, steadily rising over the piercing howl of the wind. "I permit you to depart without further difficulty, however if you set one paw step on ShadowClan territory you will be welcomed by both tooth and claw."
Silvertip dipped his head in response, the she-cat's words surpassing any physical pain he had ever endured or would suffer from in the extensive expanse of unknown terrain he had been subjected to. All resolve to preserve his innocence vanished the instant his Clanmates chose to incriminate him for a death he did not commit.
Nightshade's amber eyes shone from the ever-growing shadows enveloping the camp. An intense sense of disgust rose within Silvertip. Not only had the large black warrior betrayed his kin, he betrayed Silvertip's trust and the warrior code. Apparently the blood shared between siblings was insignificant when compared to rank. As far as Silvertip was concerned, he and Nightshade shared only their parentage—nothing more.
Silently, Silvertip turned his back on all those who he had considered friends and family, resisting the urge to confront Nightshade right then and there. Head held high he trudged through the bramble opening and disappeared into the desolate white landscape.
Author's Note: I wanted to post both the prologue and first chapter today; however, I have come down with a cold and have not been motivated to write today. In fact, I forced myself to write the prologue, so I would have at least something to upload—after all, I did promise to have the story posted on Wednesday.
I apologize for the length—my chapters are usually a lot longer—and the quality of my writing. The first chapter will be written with better quality considering I should be well by then.
Anyhow, any questions you have regarding the prologue will be answered in future chapters.
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