Yaaaay! Chapter 1 is finally here and Chapter 2 is almost finished. I still need 3 leaders, 4 or 5 deputies, warriors, apprentices, queens, kits, and elders. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read my Rainclan challenges. PM me or post a reply. Enjoy!


He was standing on a hill, looking over a field of long, dark grass. The grass was swaying in a wind that Perch where Eagles Rest could not feel. He looked up at the dark sky, expecting to see a night sky filled with stars. He twisted his head in curiosity when he did not see any stars, only a large blood-red moon. Confused, he looked back at the field, his eyes catching a flash of movement in the grass. He padded forward… to step in a puddle of sticky warm liquid. He yanked his paw backwards, and knelt down to sniff the puddle. He caught a coppery tang. It was blood. Eyes wide, he looked at the field, only to find the grass gone, and in its place, hundreds of bodies of cats. Blood was seeping out of the bodies, from unseen wounds, and pooling around the cats, until they ceased to be individual pools, but became…

"A lake of blood." Perch said horrified.

"Yes it is." A voice whispered in his ear.

Perch whipped around to see a white she-cat with green eyes, and stars in her fur.

"Don't be afraid, I am here to help you. You are one of the chosen few who are able to prevent this disaster."

"But I'm not even a To-be yet."

"And sadly, you never will be. If you ever need help where you are going, just mention my name to Jay's Wing. I am called Half Moon, the first Teller of Pointed Stones. You must wake up now."

"Wai…" and the world dissolved around Perch


"…t Half Moon." Perch said, now back in a cave of the Tribe of Rushing Water.

"Who's Half Moon?" Perch's sister Feather on Birds Wing asked.

"Nobody." Perch said, a little too quickly.

"Hmmm, She's not nobody. Where did you hear her name?" His father, Splash of Fish in River, asked, padding up with their mother, Tide of Changing Moon.

"I had a dream." Perch said slowly.

"Well, then it must be important, if she gave you a visit." Splash said.

"WHO IS SHE?" yelled Feather.

"She was the first Teller of Pointed Stones." Perch said quietly.

Feather looked at her father. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is." Tide answered.

"HEY, Splash, you need to come and join the patrol. We're leaving." Shadow of Dark Cloud and Howl of Lonely Wolf called.

"I'll be back later." Splash said to his family, and then he padded off to join Shadow and Howl.

Perch whispered to his sister, "I'm going to sneak out and watch Tide hunt."

Suddenly, Shadow dropped, a thin trickle of blood running from the back of his neck. Then a rip on Howl's side appeared out of nowhere. Surprised, he gasped in pain. Blood flowed freely from the deep wound. He turned to his left, looking for the source of his injury. Another gash appeared on his throat. He let out a cry, only for it to be cut off by the blood pouring into his lungs. He gasped, trying to breathe. Then he fell over, dead.

Perch, hiding in a patch of dried grass, was seeing the events play out differently. He saw the dark shadow of a cat bite Shadow on the back of the neck, and another kill Howl.

"SPLASH, LOOK OUT!" yelled Perch, his scar burning as badly as the day he got it.

Splash whirled around at the sound of his son's horrified warning. "Perch-" was all as far as he got, before catching sight of the two dead cats behind him. "PERCH!?" Splash's voice reverberated with sheer terror as the grass in around him seemed to bend of its own accord.

Perch crouched even lower in the dry grass, frozen in terror at the sight of the grinning shadow-cat stalking Splash as if he was no more significant than a mouse. The vague outline turned, sending a maniacal smirk in Perch's direction, before turning back to its prey. It purposefully stepped on a twig, snapping it.

Splash spun around again at a soft crackle of a breaking twig, his eyes wide in the rush of his terror. His heart pounded in his ears as he leapt towards the broken stick, tripping and not quite catching himself in time. He landed heavily on his side, gasping for breath. He caught the scent of his son, rank with fear.

Perch's ears flattened against his skull as he tried in vain to block the dull thud of his father landing heavily. He could do nothing but stare as the faded outline of the young tomcat leapt over Splash's struggling frame, ghosting his fore-claws across the breadth of his shoulders. Perch heard an approving grunt from somewhere off to the side. Turning towards the noise, he saw a battle worn she-cat watching the proceedings.

"Hurry up."

The she-cat's voice was gruff. The young tom glanced patronizingly at her, and lashed out with one forepaw, and raked his claws lightly across Splash's right side. It was not a fatal wound, and his mentor was getting impatient. She hissed at him, unfurling her own claws in warning.

"None of that. Make it quick and painful."

Splash shrank down into the short, dead brown grass, trembling as invisible claws sank into his shoulder, pulling tufts of fur off of his foreleg. Teeth quickly followed the unseen claws, sinking deep into his shoulder, and tearing more than fur out of him this time.

Perch trembled as the tomcat followed his mentor's instructions, clamping his fangs into his Splash's shoulder.

After releasing Perch's father, he reared up, and flung his weight into Splash's side. He heard at least five ribs break satisfyingly, three of them bending in towards his lungs. Splash collapsed, his gasps of pain turning into pained gurgles as blood bubbled up from his punctured lungs.

The she-cat glanced at Perch, grinning, and growled to her apprentice, "He's finished. Now let him die."

Perch blinked, and they were gone. He crept out from the fronds of dead grass, and slowly padded towards his father's dying body. Blood flooded from the wound in his shoulder, and spattered from his throat as he tried to speak to his son. The light faded from his eyes before Perch could understand anything beyond the fact that three cats were dead, including his father.

Crouching beside his father's bloodied corpse, he touched his nose to the shoulder not torn open and pinched his own eyes closed. The sounds of an approaching patrol shook him from his reverie. Gasps of horror filled the air, the noise beating on Perch's ears. A rough mouth picked Perch up by the scruff; he was far too tired to protest.

"Song, take Perch back to the cave."

Ripple paced forward to pay his respects, "Ripple, come here." a gruff voice growled, calling him back from the bodies.

From what Perch could see, Ripple did not like what he was being told to do. Ripple walked over to Perch and Song

"I'm sorry Perch." Ripple murmured when he passed Song. "Let's go, Song."

As Song carried Perch towards the crash of the waterfall, he could feel himself locking away the memories of his father. He was so enraged at himself because he could not even face the memory of his father. Perch felt that, if he had attacked the cat that had killed his father, he could have prevented his death.

Perch lay where he was unceremoniously dropped. Song, still horrified by the amount of bloodshed she had witnessed, and promptly left him there, unwilling to so much as speak to him. She followed Ripple with her eyes as the tom reluctantly dragged his paws over to where Stoneteller was concernedly observing the proceedings. Stoneteller twitched his ears in alarm, and flashed a shocked glare at the motionless tom-kit, who had yet to even be made a to-be. Perch's eyes were glazed over, unseeing, as the memories of his father burrowed deeper and deeper into his mind.

Stoneteller stood slowly, clearly not enjoying what he had just been told, and prepared to speak.

"I have been told of a great tragedy that has befallen us today. The hunting patrol made up of Shadow of Dark Cloud, Howl of Lonely Wolf, and Splash of Fish in River, has joined the Tribe of Endless Hunting."

Yowls of pain and shock echoed through the large cavern. Tide didn't even let out a squeak of sadness. Instead, she closed her eyes halfway and laid her head down on her forepaws, not even looking at Perch.

"I am not finished. Upon close inspection of the bodies, the hunting patrol was killed by a young cat." Stoneteller took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "The cat that killed the hunting party… was Perch of Resting Eagle."

The gasps of horror filled the cave. Tide looked up in disbelief.

"But he's not even a To-be yet, how could he have done this?" screamed Tide in anguish.

Stoneteller set his face, trying to ignore Tides cries.

"And, because of Tribe law, Perch must be… exiled."

Chapter 2 is almost finished. I trade off with Stormsplas (a friend, the person who I am writing this with (this is her name)) and it is her turn to write a little. We are at the end of the six weeks for school, and we both had something like 5 or 6 projects for classes. I had about 9 essays just for this six weeks! My wrists and hands are tired -_-, Anyway, please review.