So, this is my first Warriors fanfiction. I do not own Warriors, but I do own most of the characters/names used in this fic. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Chapter 1

It was just like any other day during the winter time- the sky was gray, and snowflakes fell slowly from the vast expanse of it. A pair of acid green eyes stared ahead, narrowed. This tom was quite handsome, despite his right ear missing, as well as being blind in his right eye. His fur was long and messy, though soft to the touch. It was snowy white, with light brown Harlequinn markings. He had many scars, ones that told of all the battles he had been in since he had joined BloodClan. The dog teeth that lay studded on his collar tinked together as a bitter cold wind swept through the area, making his fur ruffle. He had a feeling something was coming; though he didn't know if it was good or bad. He heaved a silent sigh, and closed his eyes, letting his mind flashing back to one of the most brutal battles he had ever been in.

It was a warm greenleaf night, and BloodClan, under the leadership of Scourge, had started to make their way towards the Four Oaks in the forest. Hawk was just 14 moons old, just barely out of training. He had been chosen along with the rest of the brawny, strong BloodClan cats, which made him feel useful and confident. He didn't want to show any weakness towards the forest cats, he wanted to show them that he was stronger and better than them. His eyes narrowed as Scourge led them farther away from the two-leg place, only to let the distant trees move closer into view. Within a few minutes, they were in the outskirts of the forest, blending in splendidly. Scourge made an adrupt stop, making a few of his followers hiss in irritation. He flicked his tail to silence them, and he waved it towards a large area, surrounded by four oak trees.

"That is where we will be fighting, you lot. Prepare yourself." he growled, lashing his tail.

Three days before, Scourge had met with the clans who lived in the forest; TigerClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan. Tigerstar had formed an alliance with Scourge, in high hopes that he would soon rule over the forest. He told Scourge that when he took over all four of the clans, he would give part of the forest to the BloodClan leader.

However, the plan backfired when Tigerstar found that he could not control BloodClan, and was killed by Scourge in one terrible blow that destroyed all nine of Tigerstar's lives at once. Scourge, who by then had decided to take the territory for himself, gave the Clans three days to leave.

Three days passed, and BloodClan made their way back from the two-leg place, heading towards the four oaks, only to find that all of the clans had joined together, to form what they called LionClan.

Scourge sneered when he looked through the bushes down into the hollow, where LionClan was gathered, waiting for them. Scourge waved his tail, signaling for them to head out.

When they stopped in front of the equally large clan, Scourge conversated with the supposed leader of LionClan, a ginger tom with green eyes. Hawk stood beside Bone, the closest cat personally to Scourge, and stared at the ginger tom with green eyes. He was called Firestar, by what he had heard from the other cats.

Suddenly, they both lept at each other, hissing and snarling, signaling a soon-to-be blood-filled battle. Hawk didn't have time to react before he was pinned to the ground by a black and white apprentice that smelled like pine trees and crowfood. He hissed and scratched the cat's underbelly with his hind claws, making the apprentice loosen his grip on Hawk's shoulders. The white and brown tom seized this opportunity to push the apprentice off of him, only to pin him to the ground right after. Alright, Hawk, this is what you trained for. Kill him, now! he thought to himself, snarling as his fangs met the yowling apprentice's throat. A few seconds later, the yowling stopped, followed by a sickening gurgling that came from the cat's jaws. Blood poured like a river from the black and white cat's throat, making Hawk widen his eyes in shock. Did he have a hidden strength or something? He crept slowly back, watching the cat's last breaths before he became permanently still.

Hawk looked around the area, his fur bristling as he watched the fights happening at that moment. Pools of blood already spread across the ground, making his ears sit flat against his head. He didn't realize it was going to be this bad.

His thoughts were cut off when a searing pain shot across his back, making him fall to the ground. Seconds later, something had ahold of his back. Claws scratched and dug into him, making him yowl in agony. This time, the cat smelled of river water and fish. Hawk hissed and quickly spun to the side, dislodging the cat from him. The warrior fell to the bloodied ground onto his back, stunned, leaving time for Hawk to pin him, hissing before digging his claws into the warrior's throat. He died instantly, making Hawk smirk. Is this what triumph felt like? He took a step forward, suddenly staggering. He held himself up and trembled as he turned his head to look at his back. Two long, deep scratches rested there, assuring him very visible scars. He took another look at himself, shivering at the blood that plastered his long fur to his body. He looked horrible. He could have sworn he saw cats stare at him for a few seconds before going back into battle. He closed his eyes, and started when he heard a blood-curtling yowl towards the center of the madness.

He quickly bounded towards the source of the yowl, which sounded a lot like Scourge. As he made his way there, he saw a large white tom, that smelled of trees and grass. He guessed it was a ThunderClan cat. He stopped adruptly at what he saw next. Scourge was motionless on the ground, his eyes open wide and glazed over. He let out a shuddered, choking gasp, and he let his body collapse. He laid on the ground, staring at his leader's dead, limp body. Many BloodClan cats surrounded him, staring at the ginger tom, Firestar. Hawk suddenly felt anger rise, giving him a burning sensation in his belly. Anger, sorrow, and vengence bubbled up, mixing inside of him. Now that Scourge was dead, that signaled the end of the battle. The cats had stopped fighting, and all was silent for a few moments before the forest cats let out triumphant yowls. The BloodClan cats were still staring at Firestar and some still staring at their fallen leader. What would BloodClan do now?

Firestar looked towards the small group that was left of BloodClan, and narrowed his green eyes. "Now it's time for you to go." he meowed, his voice even and proud.

The BloodClan cats hissed, and then started to sprint up the hill, and out of the hollow. Yowls of taunting could be heard behind them, making anger rise once again in Hawk. He vowed that one day he would avenge Scourge, no matter how long it would take him.

Hawk opened his eyes and heaved a sigh, looking towards the trees way in the distance. Somewhere deep in those trees, that ginger tom still lived. He narrowed his eyes, and let his lips curl in the beginning of a snarl. Now that he was the leader of BloodClan, now would be his time to take vengence on his leader.

"Firestar, you had better watch out."