Hope you guys liked the prologue! :) Here's the first chapter. Reviews and comments are appreciated! Enjoy C:
Blizzardclaw coughed in disgust as blood trickled down his throat. Surrounding him were cats fighting fiercely with one another. Their screeches and yowls filled the night air with tension as claws ripped through pelts and teeth met bone. A low growl was being emitted from the brown rogue who had his claws in Blizzardclaw's neck, sinking them further in each second. Breathing heavily, Blizzardclaw clenched his teeth tightly before landing a heavy blow on the rogue's head. The rogue snarled angrily as the blow dazed him, his claws loosening their grip on the silver tom's throat. Taking this as an opportunity, Blizzardclaw quickly thrust himself out of the brown tom's grip, his throat searing in pain from the deep claw marks carved into it. The warrior whipped around to face the rogue, letting out a fierce yowl before swiping his claws down his opponent's face. Spitting in fury, the rogue raced away, blood welling excessively around his eyes.
Panting, Blizzardclaw stood with his paws firmly planted on the ground beneath him. His eyes flicked back and forth as he awaited for whichever rogue dared to challenge him next. His claws began to dig into the ground as he observed the scene around him. All the members of his clan's battle patrol were locked in combat with the swarm of rogues in the clearing between the lake and the forest. Amongst them all, Blizzardclaw made out the golden shape of his leader, Streamstar. She was baring her glistening teeth in a fierce snarl at Storm's face. Her golden fur was stained red as blood trickled down her spine from a wound on her neck. Growling, the gray tom rammed into Streamstar, sending them both to the ground. Both spat harsh comments at each other as they viciously shredded each other's pelts with their claws.
"You're going to lose eventually, might as well give up now and move on with your life!" Storm purred as he dug his claws into Streamstar's shoulders.
"Never!" the golden she-cat hissed as she struggled to free herself. "Fogclan is strong and honorable unlike you flea-bitten rogues! We'll kill you all if it brings the end to all these meaningless battles!"
Storm flicked his ears, his eyes casting her a look of hatred. " So be it then, Streamstar. You'll have to kill us all if you want our pleasant meetings to end. I must warn you though, my cats love meeting up with your delightful clanmates. It might take a little effort for your warriors to stop us from visiting!" he laughed wildly before biting into her neck.
Streamstar let out an ear splitting shriek which made Blizzardclaw's blood run frigid. Seeing the deputy rush to her aid, he began to anxiously look for a way to slip away from the battle-filled clearing. Suddenly, Blizzardclaw caught the sight of a fleeing rogue, her tail puffed out twice its size in fear. Reacting quickly, Blizzardclaw used this to his advantage. He let out a fierce snarl as he began to give chase, tearing himself away from his clanmates and the lake as he followed the rogue into the forest. Looking over her shoulder, the young rogue let out a horrified yowl at the sight of the warrior chasing her. She forced herself to increase her speed, soon disappearing into some shadowy undergrowth. Blinded by fear, the rogue had not noticed that Blizzardclaw had stopped giving chase several fox-lengths away. The warrior had stopped between the roots of a large oak tree, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. Blood still seeped out of his wounds and his muscles burned with exhaustion. His fur prickled uneasily as he realized he could still hear the raging battle beyond the cover of the forest. Letting out a few raspy coughs, he stopped dead as the undergrowth beside him rustled. Barely breathing now, Blizzardclaw slowly turned his head towards the rustling noise.
"Who's there?" he challenged with a frown, hoping he sounded more intimidating than his wounds made him look.
"Blizzardclaw?" A mew answered him as a she-cat slipped out of the ferns.
"Feather! Thank Starclan it's only you," Blizzardclaw sighed in relief as he saw his mate.
The gray she-cat nodded as she padded to his side. Spotting his blood soaked pelt, she sighed. "I don't like when you participate in those fights."
Blizzardclaw tried not to wince as she began to groom his wounds. "I had to," he answered tiredly. "We lost three warriors time and this is the fourth battle this moon! I wouldn't be too surprised if we lost one or more cats in this battle alone!" he shuddered, remembering how viciously the rogues were fighting in the clearing.
"Storm has bees in his brain, Blizzardclaw. Don't you remember when I told you how I tried to convince him that trying to steal your clan's territory was a waste of time? He's too stubborn to listen to anybody. Even his own daughter!" Feather ended with a frown.
"I agree," Blizzardclaw mumbled before staring at her in surprise. "Wait, you're...skinny!" he blurted out in bewilderment. "Why are you so skinny when you're...?"
Feather couldn't help but purr in amusement as she touched her nose to his cheek. "Would you like to meet your kits, Blizzardclaw?"
Blizzardclaw blinked at her, to shocked to speak. Before long, a rumbling purr escaped him, drowning out the noise of the battle. His stinging wounds were forgotten as he brushed his cheek lovingly against Feather's. "Yes, I would love to meet them."
"Follow me then, brave warrior," Feather purred. Silently, she turned around and slithered her way back into the undergrowth, her mate close behind.