Disclaimor: I do not own warriors, things would be confusing and most likely nutty if I did.
"Shatter!" A harsh she-cat's voice called.
Shatter, a silver she-cat with black stripes and black tipped tail, flinched at her mother, Night's, harsh tone. Shatter asked the black she cat with white ear tips nervously, "yes?"
In the distance a yowl could be heard.
"You're with me today," Night growled ignoring the yowl. She got to her paws and started walking away.
Shatter could feel her sister, Shadow, another silver she cat with black stripes only with a silver tipped tail's, eyes watching. Shatter got to her paws hastily to escape her sister's gaze and follow her mother's orders.
What does she want with me, her kit? Shatter wondered silently.
They walked through the trees, the red light of the ever setting sun making everything look blood covered. Well it was either that or actual blood, but such worries didn't, no, couldn't exist in Shatter's mind. This place as most called it was Bloody Valley after all. Home to any cat that's done wrong. Bloody Valley was a place of trees, moors, sand, mountains, rivers and a lake all enclosed by a stone wall with occasional ledges. Escape, near impossible, death, most likely. Anything else could have a small chance.
"Pick up the pace!" Night snapped at Shatter.
Shatter sped up as best she could. The last thing Shatter wanted to do was get her mother angry. She recognized the route they were taking, they were going to Bloody Lake. Why? Shatter wondered a slight bit fearful about what Night was up to.
When they got to the lake's shore, Shatter's questions were answered.
"Which rumor do you believe of the lake?" Night asked in the usual cold tone.
Shatter knew there were two rumors of what causes the lake to be red. One was that it was just the reflection of the always red sky. The other suggested it was the blood of countless generations of cats all spilled and drained into the lake. Shatter looked out to the black rock in the middle of the lake. Night Rock. Shatter thought silently, it was after all named after Night for killing no one knows how many cats. The question
took Shatter off guard however.
"Answer me!" Night hissed impatiently lashing her tail but never taking her eyes off the red lake.
"B-both." Shatter stammered, not entirely sure that, that was true herself.
"Both?" Night asked through narrowed eyes that never left the lake.
"Yes. Every one knows the sun is the reason for most of the red color here. However… so much blood has been spilled here it would make sense that it causes the color as well." Shatter said keeping her feelings in check so they didn't enter her voice.
There was a long pause. Then the sound of fighting cats broke the silence.
Night gestured with her tail for Shatter to follow as she climbed a tree. Together mother and daughter made their way to the fighting cats. The one that seemed to be winning was a gray she cat with lighter spots and black paws. The one that seemed to be losing was a black tom with a white streak running down his flank.
The she cat slammed the tom into a tree, and Shatter heard a cracking sound, and the tom went most likely unconscious.
"Hi." Night said casually to the she-cat who had just looked and saw Night and Shatter.
"Hi. What's your name?" The unnamed she-cat asked curiously.
"Night. What's yours?" Night asked flicking one of her white tipped ears.
The tom groaned starting to regain consciousness.
"The name is Shutter." The she-cat said with a uneasy glance at the tom.
Night snorted at the tom's weakness.
"Who is the kit?" Shutter asked with a nod to Shatter.
The tom got to his paws weakly and glared at Shutter.
"No one." Night said with a shrug not giving away that the tom was on his paws.
"Your name sounds familiar." Shutter said not noticing the tom anymore.
Rule number one about Bloody Valley, if you want a chance to live, always keep your gaurd up. Shatter thought silently knowing what came next.
Before Night could say anything-if she'd wanted to anyways-the tom leapt at Shutter knocking her on her side and he slashed at her exposed belly in the way only cold blooded killers did. Of course he probably was a cold blooded killer. Blood poured out of Shutter's belly and it was obvious she wouldn't survive the attack.
The tom looked a Night then at Shatter with narrowed eyes. "The name is Zero incase you're wondering." He growled then stalked off into the trees.
Strange, most usually challenge Night. Shatter noted the oddity.
Night and Shatter waited until Shutter was really dead then leaped down from their tree branch. Night picking up the
dead body and started dragging it away to Dead Mountain. Shatter followed with mixed feelings for Shutter but didn't allow them to show, as usual.
They walked until they got to the depressing Dead Mountain with any sign of plants dead, and occasional freshly dug graves. Night dug a hole around maybe the center of the mountain which meant that was that was what Night thought of Shutter's skills, and buried her. Night and Shatter walked down the mountain and to a part of the wall where various markings could be seen. Each mark represented a dead cat's name. Night made a new, and fresh mark in the wall, it wasn't something Shatter recognized though. Shatter looked at some of the other marks nearby, some were fresh, some weren't, some had almost disappeared completely like that cat was almost gone from all possible living memory. The marks were traditional but it was sometimes sad to think of how many cats had been trapped and killed in Bloody Valley... Shatter shook her head trying to rid herself of such thoughts.
"Someday my mark will be here. It is a fact of our existence." Night growled as if reading Shatter's thoughts.
Shatter didn't remember a time when Night didn't adress her with a growl. She only nodded. And the two she-cats returned to their den.
Well, there we go. You've had your first view into Shatter's kit-hood with more to come in chapters to come.