The Fall of Featherstar (DROPPED)

Prologue

Prologue,

Starpaw wandered through the forest, admiring the scenery. The morning air was fresh and chilly. Starpaw's black pelt stuck out like a crow in leafbare against the pearl white snow. Her amber eyes shone bright like the sun. It was still a little dark outside when Silverpelt, Starpaw's mentor, had sent her to fetch catmint. She probably shouldn't have been doing this, but she didn't mind. She knew exactly where she could find catmint. Besides, she could grab that when she made her way back. For now, she would just take a walk through the forest. If Silverpelt cared, she would get the herbs herself. I mean, she wasn't that old. She walked over to a tree and sat in a nook. She sat and listened to all the sounds. She closed her eyes. Starpaw could never imagine life any better. But that was soon to change.

Hover padded quickly through the snow, her ribs sticking out from the sides of her dark pelt, and her paws aching from the cold. Hover stopped on the border of Thunderclan's territory, sniffing the brisk, cold air. Rolling her eyes she padded into the territory, ignoring the scent of warriors.

They can't do anything to me, I'm just passing through.

She thought, but she continued trotting through the snow. After a bit she skidded to a stop in front of the sandy hollow. Flicking her ear she heard a crunch in the snow behind her, she unsheathed her claws and her hackles raised. Before she could turn around, a large brown tom leaped at her, before it could grip into her she kicked him off. Pouncing at him, she gripped into his neck. He gagged and coughed, but used his claws to rip her off, launching her into the hollow. She used the fallen tree in the hollow to jump at the tom, clawing his cheek with her long claws. The tom hissed and leaped at her, Hover moved out of the way and gripped into his side, pulling him down. Then she bit down violently on his neck, finishing the tom with little trouble...

Knowing by that weak tom, the rest of the clan is weak.. Unlike Riverclan..

Hover though, turning to see a med cat and her apprentice. Hover snorted, the cold air making a puff of steam, and jumped away into the forest silently.

Starpaw walked back to camp with Silverpelt, her mind whirring. Why had that strange gray cat looked at her? What did that look mean? She shook her head. Silverpelt and Starpaw arrived in camp, jaws full of herbs and moss. Starpaw entered the medicine den and placed her herbs in the corresponding shelf. Sandpelt came staggering in the den.

"My kits!! They've gone missing!!" Starpaw's mother cried, in a distressed tone. Her blind blue eyes whirred around, her whiskers twitching. Her sand-colored pelt looked matted and ungroomed.

"Thistlekit and Foxkit?" Starpaw asked.

"They ran outside to play, and now I can't smell their scent anywhere!"

"I'll look for them!" Starpaw stood.

"Starpaw-" Silverpelt started.

"They're my siblings, Silverpelt. I have to find them," Starpaw demanded boldly. Silverpelt sighed.

"Don't be long. And take another apprentice with you. Goldenpaw looks strong, take him."

Starpaw groaned. Not that stuck-up stick in the mud. He always boasted about how he was the strongest apprentice and that his mother was a leader and you should always listen to him. Ugh. Starpaw thought.

"Fiiiiiine." she moaned reluctantly. Silverpelt looked satisfied. Satisfied about public humiliation.

Starpaw trotted over to the apprentice den. Inside, Dustpaw was sitting, staring at the wall gloomily. Her brother had an empty look in his eyes.