`` V I S I O N A R Y

&& there's a doorway where we run

it's not over when it's just begun

Two WindClan warriors are caught up in a deadly plot against the WindClan leader—can their deceased father uncover an answer through visions of his own past before it's too late?

Demon is MINE.

If you take her you'll get shot.

If you lay a paw on Russet I'll bite it off.

Stay away from Icetail and Northpaw.

Assassin is my buddy, don't touch him.

We're best friends 3 Simpy + Asseh foreverrrrr.

Orange can take care of herself.

If you try to take her she'll do a lot worse than I could.

So THERE. Haha. Enjoy.

Tallstar ISN'T MINE I'm just borrowing him.

Hey, even StarClanners get bored.

'Specially generations after they died.

They get nosy into cats' stories and stuff.

I don't own Warriors, obviously.

XD I'm having fun writing this lol.

c h a p t e r t h r e e – the runaway.

When he awoke, it was to the sight of a pair of dark paws in front of his face. Slowly he cleared his jade-green eyes and followed those paws up an inky chest and finally to a sharp, angular black face with alert green eyes.

"Hello, handsome," the she-cat purred, stretching luxuriously. "What brings you to my barn?"

"Oh, great," Russetstripe muttered, hauling himself to his feet. "I'm here because," he began loudly right before the shadowy rogue tackled him and dug four pairs of dark claws into his fur.

"I don't care why you're here!" she screeched, "GET OUT!"

Well, this was certainly a different reaction to Russetstripe, Tallstar thought as fascinated he watched their battle. Icetail hadn't exactly been generous describing Russetstripe's fighting skills—true, the young warrior wasn't exactly adept… well, to be perfectly honest, he was terrible—but his desperate fight's savagery and energy added a significant amount of ability to his skills, and along with the difference between he and the she-cat's health they were fairly well matched.

"Hang on a second," Russetstripe gasped as he dodged one of her furious assaults, "I'm sure sorry—I didn't mean to trespass, uh, miss—I didn't know there was anyone here!"

The black she-cat paused for a moment and began to laugh. "Miss?" she sputtered, and then thought about it, seeming to rather like it after a moment. "I'm Demon," she meowed. "And to be fair, I didn't own this barn until this morning—drove out all the little rats that were nesting in it last night and came back after sunrise." She glowered at him. "But still-- you're trespassing, love." Her claws came back out of her sheathes and she bunched her legs under her, ready to fight.

"I'm sorry, Demon," Russetstripe meowed, backing away, "I'll be going—no need to fight." He went a little too fast and tripped, falling onto his back. Demon wound her way around him and crouched over his fallen body.

"Well now," she purred, "Let's not be like that, then." She looked him over. "Say—I could use a good-looking tomcat like you around here. The more ratters the better." She gave him a shrewd look. "You can catch rats, right?"

Russetstripe realized she was offering him a place to stay and jumped on it. "I've never actually caught a rat, uh, Demon," he meowed, "I'm new to uh, this place…" he stumbled over his words and the black she-cat snorted.

"Hmmph. Well, I guess you'll learn," she said reculantly and moved off his chest so he could sit up and smooth down his ruffled fur. "Leafbare's coming. I'll need somebody to keep me nice and warm when all that snow falls." She winked at him and Russetstripe almost fainted as she padded away.

But what can he do? Tallstar thought, very much amused. She's giving him a home. And he's learning. Traumatizing as his experience in Twolegplace might be, Russetstripe might learn how to be a true warrior—by being a rogue.

^^ : ^^

"You know who that looks like…" Tallstar said after a moment of staring keenly at the black she-cat's angular features. "That looks like… nah. But it can't be." The rippling picture changed back to those three cats trekking through Twolegplace. The thin, dark tomcat that Russetstripe had claimed to be his son was slinking into one of the dwellings, leading the WindClan leader and his brother unprotected.

Russetstripe slowly nodded as the black-and-white tomcat compared mentally those two images—Demon and Russetstripe's son. Demon was not a terribly attractive she-cat, and she'd passed down her basic features to their son, but there was something about the ragged, shadowy form of Assassin that suggested Russetstripe. The way he moved, the set of his ears, his eyes. Curiously perfect, though he was obviously at home there in the city.

"Demon was my mate for several moons," Russetstripe confirmed in a strange, detatched tone. Tallstar glanced curiously over and saw the guilt in his eyes.

"So you had a son," the former WindClan leader meowed, nodding his head in understanding. "But… Assassin? Why the name?"

Bitterness saturated the russet StarClanner's tone as he meowed, "You'll see." Tallstar caught the quickest glimpse of that giant ginger tomcat in the bushes step towards the two waiting out on the lawn, caught a glimpse of a smile on that crazy rogue's face as he moved towards Ficklestar and Blackblizzard, before Russetstripe's past flooded back into the pool and into Tallstar's head.

w r i t e r c o m m e n t s –

Russet is a jerky.

And I hate Spanish. Really.

And wow sorry it's so short lol.

I'm putting it in little-over-a-thousand-word segments.

It's a short story haha so it has short chapters.

This is one of those short chapters that are REALLY short.

Enjoy. And review.

Or hate and review.

Or DON'T review and it'll all be the same to me lol.