Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, but yet, I do own this plot.
A/N: Okay, its my first fan fiction, so be nice! But Please! R&R!
Okay, I didnt use 'Warriors Names' Ill make a reason for why I dont have to later, but these names are awsome!
A small cat stood alone, frozen in time. The only light in the dark sky was the silvery moon, pinpoint stars glowing dully above her head. Her eyes were blankly starring ahead, as if she was waiting for something. Or maybe she was just watching.
The long grass was packed down around the brown and white patched cat. The tips were dark with splotches of something. Something dark and wet. Something that shimmered. Something like blood. Something else was hidden in the shadows of the grass. Crumpled and broken, it lay there. Motionless. It's white fur stained scarlet in the moonlight.
The brown and white cat's eyes rested on this figure. As a cloud passed, moonlight revealed what the grass shadowed - the torn and mangled body of Luka. A shaggy white cat, one of Ashwood's most trusted warriors.
Shane had been there for a while now. Sitting. The Clan had found her, right after it happened. Right after Shane had killed Luka. She had committed Inter-Clan Murder. No. It was worse. Just because she was a she-cat. Forbidden to fight under the law of the tom. Fighting for a she-cat alone resulted in a punishment that's fate was worse than death. But not only had Shane fought. She had killed.
The toms of FrostClan were now discussing her fate. Few would stand up for her. Close to none. A murderer-she was hated among the Clans. FrostClan, lead by Ashwood. Fatewind, leader of SunClan. RustClan was lead by Graylight. And Shade was the leader of SkyClan. All ruled by tomcats, for that was law. The female was but a humble servant to the tom. An Inferior to his law.
And now all Shane could do was wait. Wait and see what they had in store for her. So she did.
"Hello Shane"
The brown and white she-cat looked up, and her blue eyes met the sun-baked yellow of Luka's.
"Luka." She nodded.
Shane was surrounded in the tall grasses of the fields. Her home. The babbling of a brook was heard off into the distance.
"What brings you here?"
The shaggy white tom narrowed his eyes.
"Its you actually."
Shane caught a bit of a hiss in his voice.
"Oh really? I would have never thought tha-"
"Cut the crap Shane. I know what you've been doing! You have been studying how to fight under that loner they call Raven."
A shocked look spread itself across Shane's face. How had he known? She had kept her study of the under the Warrior-She Raven secret for moons!
He continued.
"It is forbidden! And you of all should know that. A she-cat has never fought that is not cursed! And FrostClan wants nothing to do with a cursed she!"
The brown and white cat hissed in shock. Luka advanced, claws coming out with each step.
"And I will do the honor of destroying this she from our clan!"
The big white tom leapt at her, front paws extended in front of him, flecks of foam dripping from his mouth.
In panic, Shane quickly rolled to the side, and raked her razor sharp claws along Luka's side, drawing blood. The tom howled with pain as he whirled on her, catching her forepaw in his mouth.
Rage filled Shane as she struggled free and jumped onto Luka's back. The tom may have been powerful, but Shane was fast.
She dug her claws in, and Luka flipped and crushed her under his back, knocking the wind out of the smaller cat. And then, Shane went wild. Everything blanked out. And moments later, here she was, broken body beneath her paws, and blood staining her fur red.
Suddenly, the alarm call went out, a young tom erupted from the bushes, Shane couldn't make out the color of his pelt, but the alarm only meant trouble. But she couldn't move, her blue eyes were locked on the body of Luka, unable to look away.
A smoke colored tom prowled towards Shane. His shoulders large and powerful, as moonlight glinted off his forest green eyes. He stopped a cat length away.
His low meow shattered the silence.
"Shaina, it is time." Growled Ashwood.