Warriors: Shadedcloud's Heart (A Warrior Cats Fanfiction)

Prologue - Your Majesty

A ginormous, melanistic dire wolf is settled in the ShadowClan camp, a dip in the earth with many trees surrounding it. Her posture is almost perfectly sitting up straight, her tail lightly moving up and down, tapping against the earth. Cats were weaving in and out of camp time and time again, returning from patrols and or going on them, as the sun began to set snugly just below the horizon.

Enderhowl's royal purple gaze was observing the sunset, and the colors blended within it. A slightly desaturated yellow sun, along with different shades of yellow and red wavelengths rippling across the sky; occasionally you would see wave lengths of light passing through, along with hints and hues of pink. Quite a beautiful thing, truly. Not many cats in ShadowClan admired the sunset, or Enderhowl didn't know any who did.

Her ears were angled forward, and she was just allowing herself to relax and enjoy the sunset peacefully and rather silently. Her eyes were slightly lidded, though from another's perspective she could be perceived to be glaring at the sunset.

Enderhowl's thoughts were shortly interrupted as she heard a distant shouting coming from the nursery. She angled her ears backwards to see if it had a chance to acquire her attention. She realized the shouting belonged to a queen named Bluewing. Enderhowl furrowed her brows, listening in on this before abruptly standing, turning and making her way over to investigate.

Enderhowl padded across the dirt floor of ShadowClan's camp. What could Bluewing be shouting about? Enderhowl never really thought of Bluewing as an obnoxiously loud cat. She wasn't obnoxiously loud, truly, yet a bit scornful and unprofessional. Everyone knew it was extremely rude to be shouting in the nursery, but this was a queen herself. She didn't hear another voice shouting back at Bluewing, so what in..

Stopping right in her tracks, a couple of fox-lengths away from the nursery, the voice - she had never heard Bluewing yell, and it was with a clear tremble.

"DONTTch-.." She heard the cat scoff, taking in a quick breath to gather her words before- "-EVER! DON'T YOU EVER C-CALL ME MOM!"

And that tremble was clearly with rage.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

"Yes.."

Her ears immediately fell to her head.

"..I.." Breaking off into a soft sob. The baby tries again. "I.. und-.. underst-"

It- he can't finish his sentence.

She sees the sparks of the flame first, shining the leaves of the bush yet her ears still stay pinned to her head.

It happens so fast. So alarmingly - no, not how the burning orange colors fly into view - but how the sparks are moving as if it is alarmed. As if he is. The sparks and burning golden-orange feathers move in almost desperately, coming into her entire sightline.

His tears are burning down his face when she sees him while the sparks have become flames and began to burn angrier and more hurtful than the color that the sunset painted. It flew across the camp, and Enderhowl didn't bother to follow. It flew, and it grew, and it burned, spreading out through ShadowClan territory and across the horizon whilst not even visible to the wolf - it was him. He was here and so he spread across the territory, across ShadowClan. The volume of the crackling and burning was loud but the phantom sobs that would be sound from his tears was ear-deafening. The kit's own sobs matched the rhythm of the heaving, burning, feathery chest.

It was him, who she was seeing him cry, and her eyes were wide - she hadn't blinked that she started to form tears just like the three of them - the whole time at the pure sight.

Anything from him is an order. Even an order spoken like a desperate plead.

"Please.. protect him, your Majesty."