Eeek, sorry for the mess ups in the prologue. 0o Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter better… And I need 2 more reviews to continue to the 2nd chapter. Thanks to CF of the EL (mwaha I shortened it xD) for reviewing. Suggestiong would be nice, too. ;)
"Wake up, you big fur ball!"
"What is it?" StrawPelt groaned, and rolled over, and her green eyes saw RustClaw.
"Let's go hunting!" RustClaw meowed excitedly; his rust red fur was all ruffled and shaking all over.
"We were just made warriors to sunrises ago, I want to sleep!" StrawPelt moaned, but she got up and cleaned her dark fur. Then, she stepped out of the den, and looked straight into RustClaw's turquoise eyes, and meowed, "Fine."
"Ooohhh, someone's grumpy today!" RustClaw chuckled, and went over to her, licked her, and raced to the moorlands, saying, "Meet ya there!"
StrawPelt padded to the moorlands too, just a little faster than walking. RustClaw had loved her since apprentice hood, and she loved him as well, but StrawPelt was always grumpy in the early mornings.
Soon enough, StrawPelt was at the moorlands, with RustClaw, hunting rabbits. RustClaw could be a hyperactive knucklehead sometimes, but he was one of the best hunters WindClan had. He crouched low, and hid behind a bush, and the wind was going down, so his scent was disguised. Then, once a rabbit came into sight, he didn't stalk it, he immediately shot out, and it happened fast. Then, he was sitting by StrawPelt with a rabbit in his mouth. But not a mother rabbit, he made sure, so a mother rabbit could give birth to more rabbits.
StrawPelt grinned, and they caught a couple rabbits, 3 or 5, and one scrawny mouse, and brought it back to the fresh kill pile in WindClan.
StrawPelt layed down by the nursery, soon she would be pregnant as well. But, the only thing was, her life was normal. Yeah, a boring, normal, average WindClan cat's life.
Boring.
But, her mom, RabbitFur, was dead. The only exciting, yet not exciting at all, thing that happened to her in her life. Now she was only left with her old grandfather, MoleTail, since who knows what happened to her father and siblings. MoleTail was always spending his time groaning, and whenever there was a fox or something, he seemed as if he would just risk his life for the kits in the nursery. Why? Who knows! No one would tell her, just something that happened long time ago, before she was born, the time when MoleTail got that ugly scar on his neck. Ugh, it made her sick looking at that!
StrawPelt always wandered why cats would often stare at her, mostly elders.
Finally, StrawPelt went up to MoleTail.
"What's wrong with me? Is it that my life is soooo boring?" StrawPelt asked, sitting by him with her tail curled around herself.
"Yes, I suppose it is about time you should learn." The old cat's voice was all cracked and rough, but then again, a lot of the OLD elder's voices were cracked.
"Well, you see, a rouge came long ago. He was stealing fresh kill. He gave me my scar, and killed FlowerKit, a relative of yours that was born long before you. He also killed our leader, HareStar, since was on his last life," He paused for a breath, "Well, before we could attack him, he yowled, 'I will kill all the remaining relatives of OliveFang-"
"Who's OliveFang?" StrawPelt cut him off.
"The one he loved in WindClan who rejected him, your great great-, er, MY great, great, great and so on mother. He wanted revenge." MoleTail snapped, then continued, "He said, 'I will kill all the remaining relatives of OliveFang, and none can stop me!'"
"But.. Isn't he dead now?" StrawPelt whispered in horror.
"Yes. But that is all his family wants to do: Kill you. They think I'm dead, but they want you, then they'll want your kits. Your father was cowardly and ran off, leaving your mother to fend you and your siblings and she, and now you see what happened. Luckily another Queen woke up and saved you."
StrawPelt would've been horrified by this, but she was more horrified by this thought:
Would RustClaw give up his love for her when he learned that loving her was like suicide?