Warriors: 100 Times More

Chapter 1 - A Cat or Raven

Darkstar glared at the she-cat, who was huddled in a corner. His piercing seemed to cut through her skin, making her shiver, making her fur stand.

A small meow was heard, making Darkstar wheel around. It seemed he did not kill the kit...yet at least. He snickered and raised a claw.

A raven's call sounded. Darkstar growled. "Lousy Crows." he muttered.

The amber kit shook, his green eyes focused on the leader. He wished to speak. Nothing came out. Only another call.

It only took a minute to make Darkstar laugh. "Look at him! He can't meow! He cries like a Raven!" he hissed, circling the kit.

Birchkit shook, his green eyes focused on the ground. "Weak," Darkstar spat.

Suddenly, teeth grasped his neck, making him choke. He feel to the ground with a thump, his head landing on dirt. The she-cat had attacked him, taking his last life.

Birchkit padded to the she-cat, ready to thank her, but the she-cat glared at him. "You are not my son."

Stunned, Branchkit backed away.

A silver tom wheeled around and attacked the she-cat. The she-cat's eyes faded to a dull gray. Mortified, Branchkit took a step back. "Are you okay?" the tom asked. Branchkit nodded.

"Good," the silver tom answered. "Birchkit, you hold the weight of Shadowclan on your shoulders. I am Silverfang, the deputy. I-" the tom was cut off before cats yowled.

Birchkit looked at his paws. He had the cry of a raven. Was he a cat...or a bird.

And why did Silverfang speak to him before running of to the Moonpool? What could a cat with the cry of a Raven do to help Shadowclan? So many questions unanswered.

Taking a step forward he felt dizzy. He then fainted, sleeping soundly on a nest...

The tom gasped as he woke up in a different place. He scrambled forward quickly, drawing his paws closer to what looked like daybreak over a hill. Suddenly, he fell off a cliff. Then, as if by magic, he turned into a raven. He gasped, uncertain how to work his new wings. But he flew to the horizon. Looking above his head, he saw an amber tom. "The Raven speaks not a word, but can change a point of view...."

Birchkit woke up suddenly in a cold sweat. Happy to see he was no raven, he sighed. But one thing bothered him. The sentence. It played over and over again in his head.

"The Raven speaks not a word, but can change a point of view."