Warriors a new era
Prolouge
Though a tangling unknown forest, a bewilderedc mother cat holding two small kits, with a very young blue she-cat with white ears and white hind legs, dashed over the vines of the near by trees. The mother cat, a long-haired gray she-cat with green eyes sticken with fear, was screaming as she tripped over herself panting.
"Come on, Mistytail, just a little more than a few paw-steps farther," said the young she-cat ungently nudging the mother up.
"T-thier coming," Mistytail gasped as she stuggled to her feet. The two long-haired kits were swirming relentlessly in her teeth.
Suddenly the crackling of tigs was heard all around them, as a band of cats crawled out from the brushes hissing as they circled thier prey.
A muscular black tom with battle scars and ripped ears, walked over to Mistytail. "Mistytail, Mistytail, what will I ever do with you."
"Back off killer!" yelled the blue she-cat.
"Well what do we have here?" the black cat growled.
"It's that trouble-making kit, Icepaw," hissed his white accomplice.
"I know who it is," growled the black cat, then turned his attenion to the fleeing cats, "Whats wroung, your clan reject you?"
"Back off meat-head!" growled Icepaw.
"Icepaw, not now!" yelled Mistytail, "Run, get out of here!" Icepaw shot Mistytail a stubborn look.
"I lost my parents to that monster! I'm not losing you too!" Icepaw yelled, but gave in and turned to leap over the crowd of cats.
"Wait, take my kits," whispered Mistytail, "bring them to there new home."
Icepaw looked wide eyed at the mother, then after taking the kits, she pressed her fur against mistytails flank. Then she leapt over the crowd, the chase had begun.
Icepaw darted though the trees the vicous cats behind her hissed and spit as she leapt in the tall trees. Her feet slipped on the branches having the hardest of times gripping the the bark. Finally she started to make her way from tree to tree. The blue cat skirted across the trees till she could see the carved wooden holes in the tree trunks above her.
One jump at a time, the she-cat inched her way to the tree tops. Clawing up, she reached the long thick branches of the tree tops. The branches were littered with cats staring bewildered at her as she pulled herself up.
She placed the kits down, and panted, "Please, Forestclan, I come in peace. Please take these kits and raise them as your own, to be the best Froestclan warriors they could be."
An old brown tom pushed his way to her, "Get Cloudheart, she's injured!" he yelled to his warriors then he turned back to her, "Now tell me what happened."