Disclaimer: The Warriors series do not belong to me. End of. This is just an idea I had for a fic. Please do not sue me. Thank you.
So while I disagree full heartedly with what occurs in the Power of Three and Omen of the Stars series of Warriors, I still like some of the new areas introduced from them. Mainly, the tunnels. It adds a new area to explore and is a cool concept, which was in fact used in Tallstar's Revenge, even though the concept was never mentioned in any other book. So I'll keep the tunnels, and likely add some new areas if I can think of any. Need to spice it all up somehow.
As I reread Warriors: The New Prophecy series, I've been noticing that there are a ridiculous number of errors. I hope that my fic doesn't have these errors; so far I've seen the books claim cats are in clans that they are not in, cats reference Greystripe being a RiverClan warrior when the context clearly meant that he is a THUNDERCLAN cat (again), and numerous uses of incorrect names (once even TigerPAW being said!). Please tell me if I somehow screwed up like this. I edit constantly, but I can always miss something. Thanks! Now please enjoy!
Chapter 6
The days had proceeded to get colder and colder as her fifth moon came and passed, and growing snow piles had stopped Bluekit from exploring the camp and getting under the warriors' paws, quite literally. She circled the nursery for the thousandth time it seemed that day, but nothing changed. Her mother continued to roll a ball lazily to her sister, who clumsily caught up to it and pounced on it. She could hear Whiteleaf murmur praise to the tiny bundle of red fur while she circled again. The large grey queen gave no indication that they would be allowed outside for the third day straight. It was driving her insane; she swore she could see her fur already falling out!
"I'm bored!" Granitekit voiced her concerns to his mother, Thornwhisker. The older queen glanced down to her son before murmuring, "I know, dear. But leafbare is not a time for kits to be playing outside."
"But the snow looks so fluffy and fun!" He complained. "We've been in here forever! Can't we go outside? Pleeeaaase?"
Thornwhisker's ear flicked indecisively.
Just then a large striped head poked into the nursery and let out a deep purr.
"Why don't you let the little ones out?" Badgerclaw, the massive ThunderClan deputy asked the queens, gazing proudly down at his kit, then to Bluekit and Crimsonkit as well. "The air is milder today. They should be fine for a little while."
With a purr, Thornwhisker nuzzled into her mate's cheek. Bluekit made a small disgusted face as she agreed and herded Granitekit out of the nursery and after his father. Thornwhisker was only ever nice to those two. She assumed her name came from her barbed tongue and prickly personality.
She turned to her mother. Whiteleaf had paused her game with Crimsonkit and watched the cats leave uneasily.
"Can we go too, please, Whiteleaf!" Bluekit begged, giving her the biggest kitten-eyes that she could muster.
"Well…I suppose some fresh air will be good for you. But tell me if you feel cold, okay?" She stood, nudging Crimsonkit up and pushing her way out of the nursery as well.
"Whoohoo!" Bluekit yowled, and exploded out after them, nearly tripping Whiteleaf up.
"Be careful, Bluekit!" She hissed, but a small playful twinkle was in her eye.
Bluekit raced passed her mother and sister and immediately jumped into the nearest snow bank she could find, which was just next to the medicine den. She laughed as she threw up loose snowflakes and pawed up at them, and called to her sister to join her.
Crimsonkit was blinking hard, trying to adjust her eyes to the bright white snow after the gloom of the nursery. The little red kit blinked a few more times and looked to Bluekit playing in the snow for a few seconds, before retreating back toward the nursery. Bluekit hissed in annoyance as she watched Whiteleaf stop the little she-kit and began to coax her into playing in the snow. Crimsonkit did not look amused at the idea at all.
As much as she loved her strange little sister, it annoyed Bluekit to no end that Crimsonkit seemed to have no interest in playing at all. She was the most boring cat in ThunderClan; even more boring than the elders!...except for when they were telling stories. Then they were okay.
Twisting her head around, she noticed Granitekit stalking some snowflakes. She called him over to join her. His ears swivelled and he bounced over to her quickly, happily pouncing into the cool snow after her. At least someone knew how to have fun in this Clan!
The black she-kit scooped up a pawful of snow and lobbed it at Granitekit, who hissed good-heartedly at her and returned the favour. Bluekit dived into the snow like a RiverClan cat in water, and burrowed her way out quickly, racing toward the bramble tunnel.
"I bet you can't catch me!" She yowled back at him as she raced toward the camp exit.
"Bluekit!" Her mother cried angrily, spotting her just as Granitekit started to catch up.
Bluekit tried to slow herself, but her paws suddenly slid across the ground, not finding anything to catch on like they normally would without the snow. With a yowl of surprise, she plummeted toward the prickly thorns, and the next thing she knew, pain exploded all throughout her.
She moaned loudly and tried to yank her thorn-covered paw toward her stomach, but it didn't move. In fact, it was the wrong colour! A dark grey instead of pitch black! Had the snow bleached her fur? What would she do if she turned pitch white next!?
She starred at her paw in horror, before a loud growl erupted from under her. Her head flicked down toward the sound. A medium-sized dark grey tom glared up at her, a squirrel twisted in a heap in front of him.
"Get OFF!" He growled, and the kit tried to pull herself out of the thorns, but her fur stuck to the sharp edges and she felt more prickles in her paw.
"I'm stuck!" She wailed, struggling more, just to feel more pain.
"Bluekit!" Whiteleaf bounded over to her and quickly began to nip away at the thorns until the kit could move again. Granitekit and Crimsonkit appeared in her vision before Whiteleaf nipped away the last thorns holding her fur in place, and gently picked her up by the scruff and set her down next to the tunnel.
"What do you think you were DOING?!" She hissed, then turned to the dark tabby, who pulled himself up and shook off the dust and snow in his thick pelt. "I'm so sorry, Darkpaw! She should know better than to try to leave camp!"
The apprentice only grunted in response and picked up his squirrel again, dragging the slightly squished morsel to the elder's den.
Whiteleaf glared back down at Bluekit, and the kit shrunk back against the thick reddish-brown wall of the ThunderClan camp, her ears and tail low in shame.
"I'm sorry, Whiteleaf, I—" She began.
"You what? You thought that you would just go and take a stroll outside of the camp?" She hissed, her ears flattened uncharacteristically as she scolded her kit. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is outside of camp? A little kit like you can't go out there alone!"
"But Darkpaw was out there, and I'm almost as big as him!" Bluekit protested, even though she knew that the dark-furred apprentice was just under twice her size.
"Darkpaw is an apprentice, and he was hunting for the elders, as all apprentices do. He's trained to know what to do if a badger or a fox shows up, unlike you!" Whiteleaf growled, her eyes narrowed at Bluekit.
Bluekit shrunk back a little, afraid of her mother for the first time ever. She'd never seen Whiteleaf this angry before. Normally she was the kindest cat in all of ThunderClan, maybe even the whole world!
"Come on," Whiteleaf managed at last, some of the anger fading from her voice. "Since you clearly can't stay outside without doing foolish things, it's time for you to return to the nursery."
Bluekit's eyes widened in shock. But she'd only just been outside for a few heartbeats! She didn't want to go back now!
"But—" She tried, but Whiteleaf hissed a warning to her.
The grey queen nudged Crimsonkit up with her single white paw, and glared pointedly at Bluekit to start walking. The kit crept forward silently, her head bowed in shame. She'd ruined the day for both of them. How could she ever make it up to Whiteleaf?
"Pst!" Bluekit hissed to Crimsonkit.
They'd spent the rest of the day in the nursery, under the strict supervision of Whiteleaf. Now that it was moonhigh, Whiteleaf was curled up in her nest, fast asleep.
"Hey!" Bluekit hissed again, and the tiny tabby stirred. She blinked curiously at Bluekit, uttering no sound like usual. That was one of the good things about her sister. While Bluekit had too much to say, Crimsonkit had way too little.
"I think I know how to make today up to Whiteleaf!" She whispered proudly.
The red kit's ear flicked for her to continue, her eyes half closed tiredly.
"We'll go hunting!" She announced, still careful to keep her voice down. If Whiteleaf heard her plan, surely she'd stop them and get even angrier. But if she could bring her back a nice piece of fresh-kill, there was no way her mother could remain mad at them.
Crimsonkit gave her a dubious look, and with a glance at Whiteleaf, shook her head and curled back up to sleep.
Bluekit hissed in irritation. Well, if Crimsonkit wasn't going to help her, she'd have to go hunting by herself!
"Hey!" A quiet voice hissed behind her.
Bluekit jumped and stared at into Granitekit's amber eyes.
"I'll go with you, Bluekit!" He announced, and carefully threaded his way away from his mother's sleeping form.
"Perfect!" Bluekit could hardly suppress a shudder of delight. Between the two of them, they had to find something! Maybe something even bigger than Darkpaw's stupid little squirrel!
The two of them snuck out of the nursery with no issues. Bluekit turned to head for the bramble tunnel, but stopped when she noticed Blackblade sitting near the entrance, his pitch black pelt barely visible.
"We can't go that way," Granitekit hissed into her ear, then led her toward the dirt place tunnel. "But we can go this way!" He bunched his muscles and pounced onto a low-lying rock, and squeezed between some thick bushes.
Bluekit watched him vanish in awe, surprised she never knew about this exit. Moments later his little grey head appeared again and he hissed down at her to follow. Without another word, Bluekit bounced up after him and vanished into the bushes after him.
The forest looked so different at night, Bluekit noted as they bounded down the rocks until they reached the snow-covered ground. Not that she'd even been out before to compare what it looked like in the daylight, but she assumed that it didn't seem quite so…mystical during the day. The snow glittered in the light of the near-full moon, and ran for what seemed like forever, swallowed up by the trees that littered the territory like giant guardians. It reminded her of the tales the elders told her about StarClan, and their ghostly hunting grounds, always full of fresh-kill, and where no cat ever starved. She hoped that their luck would be as good as a StarClan cat's tonight.
She fluffed her fur as a chilly breeze ruffled her fur.
"How did you know about this place?" She asked Granitekit, who was fluffing his fur out too against the leafbare wind.
"I saw Sparrowpaw use it once." He answered simply. Bluekit wasn't sure where the apprentice would be going if he used such a secret exit to get out of camp, but she decided not to dwell on it. Instead, she lowered her nose to the snow and took a tentative sniff. The cold snow burned her nose, but she kept sniffing, taking in the forest scents.
"So, where should we try?" Granitekit asked, gazing around the forest. Everything was so massive to the two kits.
"Um…" Bluekit glanced around, then bounced up a slope between some trees. "This way!" She announced. She couldn't back down now that they were out here, and she didn't want to look like a mousebrain to Granitekit for not knowing what to do. Thankfully he didn't question her and took off after her, and the two kits continued to race through the snow, deeper into the forest.
The two of them trekked on until their sides heaved, and they stopped to rest next to a massive oak tree.
"D-do you think that we'll find something out here?" Granitekit panted, looking around. The forest seemed silent tonight, the only sounds the whispering wind and the odd hoot of an owl far off in the distance.
"Of course!" Bluekit tried to sound much more confident than she felt, but it was difficult. She had no idea where they were, and the strong wind was beginning to brush away their pawprints in the snow. It was also getting colder, and she could see Granitekit shaking just as much as she was.
"Maybe we should go back…" The bigger kit murmured, just as a flash of movement appeared behind him.
Bluekit hissed at him to be quiet, and he obliged, if only because it was too cold to keep wasting breath. She stalked forward, trying to imitate what she'd seen Lightningclaw teaching Sparrowpaw in the hollow, but it was difficult with the snow going up to her chest and constantly blowing into her ears.
The small shape rustled again beneath a bush, and she could just make out the tiny shape knawing away at a small seed, totally oblivious to the two cats. Drawing herself into a pouncing position, she tried to calculate where she would land, and, finding that too difficult, not to mention it being too cold to waste any more time, she pounced for the creature.
The mouse heard her before she landed and tried to scrabble away, but by a stroke of luck, the snow gave way under the tiny creature as her paw came down, trapping the rodent in an icy tomb of snow. Without wasting another second, Bluekit dived down for the mouse and bit its neck, killing it swiftly.
"Great job!" Granitekit gasped, then shuttered as another strong gust of icy wind blew. When it passed, he mewed, "now let's get out of here! It's way too cold!"
"Okay!" Bluekit agreed cheerfully around the mouthful of mouse.
As the two kits headed back toward the ThunderClan camp, a thick layer of snow began to fall, making them both shiver even more. Bluekit held onto the mouse tightly, even though it weighed her down. They headed up the slope, and Granitekit suddenly stopped. Bluekit barely stopped in time to save herself from running into the tabby.
"What?" She growled around the mouse.
"Where's the camp?" He asked, and Bluekit paused, looking around. The snow was so thick, it was hard to see more than a few pawsteps ahead. She was sure the camp was this way, but the fresh snow had washed away their scent trail from the camp. Were they lost?
She scuffled her paws nervously, looking to and fro. They had to be close! They couldn't belost!
Granitekit cried out as he dashed ahead, wildly looking for the camp.
"Wait!" Bluekit yowled, chasing after him while refusing to drop her now-frozen prize.
They'd only run a few tail-lengths before a sharp bark sounded, and the two kits rounded. Standing at the bottom of the incline was a large creature, its thick orangey fur barely visible in the dark, snow-covered forest. Bluekit's heart thudded loudly in her chest, and her breath caught in her chest. There was no mistaking that the creature was a fox, one of the most dangerous animals for a kit to meet, especially with no warriors around.
"Run." She hissed, but Granitekit stood frozen in shock. She thrust her head into his shoulder hard and hissed, "RUN!" again, just as the fox began its ascent toward them.
Both kits staggered up the slope as quickly as they could, eyes wild with terror. What could they do!? The sound the fox quickly approached them from behind, its long legs carrying it much further than the kits' tiny feet.
StarClan help us! Bluekit prayed, not daring to look back at the massive dog-like creature.
"It's gonna catch us!" Granitekit wailed in terror.
Bluekit could feel the fox's hot breath on her feet as she tried to speed up, but the frozen mouse in her jaws tripped her up, and rolled into Granitekit, tripping him as well.
The two cats rolled to a stop, and the fox slowed its ascent to a prowl, approaching the two of them, its large teeth bared.
It let out a strange hungry yip and lunged for them.
Bluekit screeched and rolled to the side, Granitekit following her. The fox landed just where the two of them were moments before, the frozen snow cracking under its weight and plunging all three down in a small avalanche.
The kits screeched as they were swept down the side of the hill, the fox wildly churning its legs as it desperately tried to wade toward them. Bluekit could see the bloodthirsty glint in its eyes as it managed to wade close enough to her that she could smell its carrion-scented breath. It opened its jaws, but just before it could snap them around her neck, the snow crashed down once more, and the fox was flung off course and into a tree. With a sickening thud the skinny creature lay there silently while the snow pushed the two kits deeper down until everything went black.
A cold snowflake landed on Bluekit's nose, making the exhausted kit stir. She curled up at first, unwilling to move her aching body, before finally opening her eyes, only to see darkness all around her. Her heart pounded in her ears at the sight and she jumped up, disregarding her stiff muscles as she tried to figure out what was going on. The nursery was never this dark, even during the new moon! Why was it—and then it all came flooding back to her; the mouse, the fox, the avalanche, and the darkness. Slowly, the kit looked around, her eyes finally adjusting to the gloom. A tiny sliver of light flooded from above her, slightly illuminating the strange cave that she was in. A pile of snow at least two tail-lengths high stood in front of her, blocking most of the hole that the light was coming from. She guessed that she must have fallen down from up there when the snow dragged her and Granitekit down. Speaking of Granitekit…
Bluekit looked around again, finally spotting the little grey tom a few pawsteps away. She could just barely make out the rise and fall of his side, showing that he was alive. She stepped over to him carefully, trying to avoid any piles of snow in case they too set off another avalanche if they were disturbed, and prodded his side.
"Hey," she hissed. His ear twitched, and his head twisted back to look up at her tiredly.
"Where…where are we?" He asked, looking around. "Is this StarClan?"
"No, you mousebrain!" Bluekit prodded him again, trying to get him up. She noticed that this place was a lot warmer than outside. At least they didn't have to worry about freezing right now. "We're in a cave or something. We fell down from outside. Come on! We need to find the way out!"
Spotting her mouse laying a few kitten-steps away from Granitekit, she picked it up again and flicked her tail for him to follow her into the gloom. The bigger kit didn't look all too thrilled to follow her into the unknown, especially now that it was definitely clear that they were both lost, but he had little choice to do so otherwise. The snow blocked their way in, and forward was clearly the only other way out.
It grew impossibly dark as Bluekit padded on. She had to use her whiskers and sides to feel where the tunnel walls were, and heard Granitekit bump into the narrow walls more than once. From what she could feel, the tunnels seemed to be just big enough for even the biggest cat to squeeze into. Her small size made it easier for her to navigate, since she didn't have to worry about bumping her head into the walls as often as a full-grown cat.
The tunnel twisted and wound, and the kits often had to double back when they met a dead end. Just when Bluekit's stomach began to rumble, and the mouse started to become very enticing, she felt the tunnel walls open up more, and saw a faint light trickling into the gloom.
Surprised, Bluekit quickened her paced until she stepped into a large underground cavern. Light filtered in from somewhere above, allowing the kits to make out the cavern clearly. The ground was smooth and slightly sloping, leading down to a fast-paced river up against the wall. The river entered and exited the cavern somewhere below the rock, so Bluekit couldn't tell where the water came from. The edges of the river were surprisingly frozen though, some thick-looking ice crowding over the water, trying to cover it over, but never truly succeeding.
"Woooow…" Bluekit breathed, dropping the mouse as she approached the river in awe. She'd never seen ice cover such a large body of water before. Sure, ice often formed on the tiny pools of water in the camp, but those were puny compared to this massive, fast-moving liquid beast!
"Bluekit, we should go…" Granitekit whined, looking around anxiously. But Bluekit wasn't convinced that they should go yet. The ice looked just so pretty under the white moonlight from somewhere above. It was like a mystical plain from StarClan!
The little black kit ignored Granitekit's hisses of warning as she approached the ice, and tapped her paw against it. When it did not stir, she stepped onto it curiously, enjoying the freezing feeling under her paws. Her eyes narrowed pleasantly and she took another step, then another, until she could look down into the black river. The cavern was too dark to see how deep it went. She blinked, trying to make it out, and when she decided that she truly couldn't, she leaned down and lapped at the water. She shivered as the cold water entered her system, and stood up abruptly, now reenergized, as if StarClan themselves had healed her wariness.
"Come on Granitekit! It's fine—" She mewed, just as a loud crackle popped in front of her. Eyes widening in shock, she watched as the ice shook violently, large cracks appearing in front of her, blocking her way back. "Granitekit!" She yowled, looking up at him in terror, but the little grey kit stared back in horror.
"Help me!" Bluekit cried, but the grey kit stepped back, then turned tail to run. "GRANITEKIT!" She howled after him, but he didn't slow his pace as he climbed back up the slope toward the way they came.
More ice popped and splinters flew past her ear as her floe shook violently, shifting against the ice, trying to free itself and toss her off at the same time. She called for the tom again, barely able to see him at the tunnel entrance, his back arched and hissing at someone.
"You!" He growled, and swiped a paw.
Bluekit stared up at him in shock. Was someone else here? Did another ThunderClan cat come to find them? Maybe Whiteleaf woke up early and sent a patrol after them! She'd even be happy to see Darkpaw right now! Anything to get her off of this ice!
The ice shook once more, and she let out a yowl of terror. Just before the ice flung her to her side, she could see a small dark shape racing toward her. But as soon as she opened her mouth to call out for help, the ice cracked under her, and she fell into the freezing river.
Pain exploded all throughout Bluekit as the ice soaked through to her skin in instants. It was like a thousand thorns all pricking her at once. She opened her mouth and cry out, but water rushed in, choking her. Her body was flung from side to side by the merciless current. Her head was spinning as she turned head over tail for the umpteenth time, and her chest felt like it was about to explode. Everything was going dark when she felt the current stop tugging her at long last. She could feel her body sinking, now that nothing was pushing her along, but she was too cold and tired to do anything about it. Blinking, she could just barely make out the moon, high above the water. Would StarClan see her, and guide her to them, even down here?
The last bit of air in her lungs escaped her, and she closed her eyes as something black covered the moon above. No. Maybe StarClan couldn't see her after all…
Her head bowed and she curled up, trying to keep warm in the icy water. She was barely aware of the fresh pain biting at her scruff, and her body moving up into the water.
Bluekit felt warm. Her ear flicked, confused, as she felt something rasping over her pelt over and over in a rhythmic pace. It felt nice and comforting, perhaps too comforting. Her eyes were still glued shut, and she refused to open them, afraid of what StarClan would look like. Afraid of what she would do without her mother, or Granitekit, or Onefeather.
She let out a weak whimper, flinching when the nice feeling stopped. She went still, willing it to continue, but instead she felt a sharp jab to her side.
She yelped, surprised, and peeled her eyes open. Blinking away the fogginess at the edges of her vision, Bluekit looked around, her ears pricked curiously. Snow covered the ground all around her, and a vast, star-filled lake rested in front of her, way different from the wild river she had seen in the cavern. Staring at it for a few more seconds, Bluekit realized that the lake itself was not holding stars, but the smooth surface was in fact reflecting them from high above. The near-full moon had passed its zenith long ago, and was starting to set. It would be dawn in a few hours.
Bluekit narrowed her eyes at the water. That doesn't make sense… She thought, beginning to look around. Where are the StarClan cats to welcome me? She wondered, twisting her head around until she could finally make out a single cat sitting behind her, miss-matched eyes staring at her intensely.
Bluekit let out a gasp as she recognised the cat, and a delighted purr left her throat before she even noticed it had escaped.
"Crimsonkit! How did you find me?!" She demanded, pressing her muzzle against the red she-kit. "Did you save me?" Bluekit wondered, thinking back to the tunnel, the small dark shape dashing for her, then the darkness covering the moon. Had her sister really saved her?
A low sound came from Crimsonkit's throat, one unlike anything she'd ever heard before. At first Bluekit thought that the tiny kitten was about to cough up a hairball, until she noticed the intense rage burning in her eyes.
"M-mrrr-rrrrmmrr-rrrr!" She growled, glaring up at Bluekit.
"Crimsonkit? You okay?" Bluekit cocked her head at her.
"M-MOUSEBRAIN!" She hissed at last, and started away from her without another word.
Bluekit stared at her back in shock. Not because Crimsonkit was mad at her; who wouldn't be? But because she had finally said her first word, and to her no less! Her fur pricked excitedly from head to tail, before noticing the bitter cold had returned. Shivering, Bluekit forced her frozen limbs down and stood, following after Crimsonkit.
"You talked!" She exclaimed.
Crimsonkit grunted in response, her paw swiping something toward Bluekit.
She stared down in astonishment as the frozen mouse she'd caught earlier rolled to her paws. What a lucky find! Her sister had saved her life, and she had her prey to show for it! Could this night get any better?!
They padded on for a few more pawsteps in silence before Bluekit noticed how hard Crimsonkit was shaking. Her pace slowed, and she collapsed after a few more steps, her whole body shuttering. Bluekit dropped her mouse and ran over to her, staring down at her in horror. She realized quickly that while Crimsonkit had licked her fur, helping it to dry out, she had not done the same to herself; it was quickly taking its toll on the smaller cat.
"Crimsonkit!" She cried out, nudging her and trying to warm her with her body. Frozen droplets of water clung to her whiskers and ears as the little cat continued to shiver in the snowy forest.
Looking around wildly, Bluekit tried to spot a sheltered hollow, but everything looked so different here. Large pine trees grew all around, offering no hollows to hide in, or somewhere that would offer the kits any warmth.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and nothing came to mind at all. How could she help her? It was far too cold to stay out like this. Why did she have to go hunting tonight?!
Desperate, Bluekit began to yowl loudly, hoping that StarClan would hear them; that they would send them help. Her eyes blurred with tears and she pushed herself against Crimsonkit, but the kit was already growing cold.
"HELP!" She cried out, looking up at the stars, imagining their ghostly ancestors staring down at them. "PLEASE! You can't take her now!" She licked the shivering ball of fur, trying to comfort her. "Don't take her away from me! Please!"
She barely heard the sound of crunching snow behind her in her grief. A powerful, awful scent flooded her scent glands, and Bluekit almost retched as it hit her palette.
"What do we have here?" A deep voice asked.
Bluekit slowly turned to look up at the speaker, her eyes widening in shock. Three large, strange cats stood over her, glaring down with hostility.
"What are you doing here?" The same cat asked, taking a step forward.
With nowhere else to go, Bluekit looked up at the dark tom courageously.
"Please," she begged hoarsely, "help me."
Oh goody, done after too many years. I finally figured out a better way to do the chapters and have a little more free time at the moment. I don't know how long that will last though. Hopefully you enjoyed Bluekit and her unusually good luck. If the Warriors series can have evil dead cats and cats that can see what they hear, they can have a cat with unbelievable luck too. Thanks again for reading, and if I'm lucky, another chapter will be done soon.