DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Warriors series, nor am I the three people (or so I heard) that use the pen-name Erin Hunter.
I've been busy, so yeah.
Eclipse has come out! I'm halfway through the book, and it's great. This story still continues from Outcast, though.
Allegiances
In addition to the cats in the Warriors series, the cats are:
ThunderClan
Firepaw – Flame-orange apprentice with piercing green eyes. Daughter of Brightheart and Cloudtail.
Hawkpaw – Black fur and amber eyes. Son of Dustpelt and Ferncloud.
Dawnpaw – Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue-gray eyes. Firepaw's sister.
WindClan
Rainpaw – Gray with blue eyes.
More will be added as the story progresses.
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Firepaw opened her eyes. The den was empty, though she could see where Rainpaw had flattened the moss next to her. Shivering from the cold, she looked outside and sighed when she saw it was still raining. It's been raining since yesterday! she thought with annoyance. They had continued from Princess's house over the moors from dusk to moonhigh, only stopping to eat or rest. When it started raining, they had found shelter under a ledge. And now it was dawn, and it was still raining. Heavily. I hope Rainpaw's okay. A gust of wind blew rain into Firepaw's face, and she curled up tightly, trying to get warmer.
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Green eyes, green eyes and darkness. That was all there was, or at least all that she could see. A voice echoed in her head, a familiar voice: "You gave up on me…how could you?"
Dawnpaw sat up, staring at the roof of her den until her racing heart slowed down a bit. She sighed. She had gotten dreams like this since Firepaw disappeared in the Twoleg monster. Dawnpaw stretched and padded out of the den, looking up at the cloudy, gray sky. The light drizzle, which had been almost constant since two sunrises ago, no longer bothered her.
She murmured a greeting to her Clanmates as they passed by. She could see her own sorrow reflected in the other cats. It's been this way for…three sunrises now? Dawnpaw thought sadly. It hardly registered in her mind when Whitewing called her for battle practice. As she padded after her mentor, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was giving up on her sister, no matter what any other cat might say, nor could she let the green eyes in her mind fade away.
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Firepaw blinked sleepily. She had dozed off, probably tired from the day before. A pattering sound told her it was still raining without looking outside. The rain's not going to stop anytime soon. Might as well head out. No sign of Rainpaw. Firepaw shrugged and walked gingerly out of her makeshift den, shivering as she felt rain soaking into her fur. She looked out over the moor, hoping she could spot Rainpaw or some prey. She couldn't see anything, so she padded along, keeping her head down to save her strength and watch for puddles. And that was why she didn't notice the strange cats until it was too late. She looked up with a jolt, and her heart sank into her paws. She was surrounded.
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So…we get an insight on what's up in ThunderClan. And Firepaw's in a fix! What happens next? Wait, I know it already. :) I hope the chapter's not too short. Expect more chapters to come!