Prologue: Different Stories

KITTYPET

"Mother, did you really meet clan cats?" A kit mewed, catching her attention as she glanced over the last three kits she had left. Her housefolk had yet to find good homes for them. Their eyes bright with curiosity and disheveled fur kinked and curled. Some truly took after their father in her eyes.

"That was a long time ago." She replied, looking away. "Times have changed and they will never return."

"And the wild cats that father meows about?" Another squeaked.

Cody blinked warmly, it had been many moons since her time with Leafpaw and the clans before they left what was left of the forest forever. She shook her head, knowing that there was no way a clan had been left behind. The four forest clans no longer walked upon the false-forest of what was once a moor. Gently, she rasped her tongue over their heads to comfort them.

"No clan-cats live here. The wild cats are probably loners or rogues. Now rest my kits. Tomorrow is a new day."

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ROGUE

Reddish-brown fur rippled with muscle among the shadows, her amber eyes bright as the river trickled between the stepping-stones. Glancing over, her eyes glowered to the other bank. A shiny mesh stood tall between her and the large flat thunderpath with white streaks upon his dark surface. Acrid scents burned her nose as she snorted. Swiftly she turned around and padded back into the reeds. Her tail raised high as she went on the hunt.

Several long moons before she was born wild-cats known as clan-cats lived here. Now, however, they had left. Rogues, pieces of BloodClan that disappeared into the TwolegPlace, had returned after many long moons. She was a descendant of these heartless scoundrels. Those cats were as fearful of clan-cats like mice. Her tail flicked irritably as she brushed through the ferns and weeds. Grass crunched beneath her paws.

Soon enough, her group, would take the moors for better hunting. Glancing through the thin trees, she could see the unfamiliar lands as a haze. Bushes dotted the land, new earth covered the moors. They were now with young spindly trees that were to return the forest to the ravaged land. Her heart went out to the cats who lost their homes, but she could feel it in her veins. BloodClan may have disappeared like a mist in the morning sun, but they still existed through each of their paws and claws.

"Lion, there you are." meowed a familiar voice.

She looked up, spotting the bright ginger tom known as Moth. "What do you want?" She growled, stalking up to him.

"A mouse would be nice." He grumbled, looking towards the disfigured moors. "Shall we hunt on that territory again?"

"And risk our pelts being ripped apart?" Lion shot back, swatting him with her tail as she slipped passed him. "Get a few more cats to keep watch and we can get a few mice or maybe a rabbit if they still live there."

The strange land should no longer exist, yet it does. Clan-cats should have never returned. However, the descendants of BloodClan cats had curiosity and with it a whole new clan was born. There was no telling how curiosity brought a clan into their world, but none of the rogues wanted it to stay. Their former cats had betrayed them and now it was time to return the favor once and for all.

"Very well, I shall return with Heather to begin the hunt." Moth mewed, his eyes glittered with malice as he bounded away.

The ferns rustled as she yowled after him. "Meet me at the Twoleg bridge!" If he answered, she didn't hear as she hared off towards the bridge. Somehow, Cedar's decision as the leader of rogues will change the course of their history forever.

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CLAN

"I visited the Moonstone." meowed the dark ginger tom as he padded into the under ground den.

"Have StarClan spoken with you, Poppyclaw?" The night-black she-cat answered.

"They have." Poppyclaw replied, his voice hardly a whisper.

"What did they say?"

"Nightstar, they wish for you to keep your eyes open. Omens will come naturally to those who are watchful. They are pleased that we left our savage history behind ourselves to become a true clan. However, they are not happy you ask for their guidance so often." The medicine cat reported, his eyes narrowing as his tail tip twitched.

"Then why are we here? Are we here to suffer at the claws of those rogues?" Nightstar snapped, her yellow eyes flashing.

"Patience, Nightstar. StarClan just wants us to be patient. Only time will tell us where our destiny lies. Perhaps it is time we have moved. After all, there is not as much land here as there once was."

"Are you suggesting we leave like the clans before us had?" she growled.

"It's only a suggestion in these dark times." Poppyclaw reminded his leader. "Sometimes, it can be a safer solution than what we currently have now."

"I will not give you BushClan territory." Nightstar snarled stubbornly. "Bushstar did not give his lives up for us to move."

"And neither have the -star's of the other clans have tarnished the lives lost by the many before them. There is a chance we will find a way through this, but there is also a chance that we might have to leave. Until we know for certain be patient. StarClan will send a sign as soon as they are able." He slowly turned and padded out of the den. "Don't overestimate your warriors, Nightstar or you're no better than a BloodClan cat."

The she-cat held her tongue, yellow eyes boring into the back of her own medicine cat. Fury scorched through her like fire. How could their normally short-tempered medicine cat be so calm about this? She shook her head. No matter what, her clan had to survive past Bushstar's reign. Somehow, someway, the clan had to survive like catmint during the early newleaf when the frost killed new-growth. With it in mind, she narrowed her eyes in a silent challenge against the stars.

StarClan, she thought bitterly, We have adapted to what you called upon us for. How dare you not help us against the rogues?

Author Note:

Welcome to the beginning of a story I had started to create from the depths of my imagination.

In each chapter a new story will unfold.

Now, whose story shall be the first to come into the light?