𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 || 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

Prologue

Part of the half-moon shone in light flint flints, turned silver. The silence was broken only by the swirl of water from the rushing black river and the rustle of the trees in the forest beyond.

     Astounded by the shadows, and on all sides black figures creep stealthily through the rocks. They flashed at the moon with tight claws. His cautious eyes flashed like amber. Then, as if by a silent signal, each of the animals jumps up, and suddenly the cats live on the rocky rocks.

     In the midst of his fury and raging with his claws, he fixed the huge black hen to the ground, and raised his head in triumph. "Please!" Spotted growled. "How dare you hunt in our territory? Sunningrocks to ThunderClan!"

     "After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" copper on Tom's plates.

     At the warning a swan came from the shore, shrewd and anxious. "Look! More RiverClan warriors are coming!"

     Tigerclaw turned to see shiny wet bodies sliding from the waters below the rocks. The warriors from the River Clan silently surrounded the shore and threw themselves into the battle, and without ceasing they shook the water from the pile.

     Darkness glared at Oakheart. "You can swim like seagulls, but you and your soldiers don't belong in this forest!" He pulled back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled under him.

     ThunderClan cat's voice let out a terrible cry. A RiverClan tom hangs a wolf warrior on his belly. Now they swim with their throats out and their necks falling.

     Tigerclaw heard Oakheart let out a cry. With a huge leap, he knocked the enemy warrior out of the nest. "Quick, Mousefur, run!" he ordered, before threatening Tom to RiverClan. Mousefur snatched him from the depths with his hooves, and ran.

     After her Tigerclaw spat out in anger as the RiverClan tom split his nose. The blood blinded him in a moment, but he prostrated himself without regard, and sank the enemy in his hind leg with his teeth. The RiverClan cat spread and worked for free.

     "Tigerclaw!" The yowl came from a certain warrior with a red tail like the skin of a fox. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!"

     "No, Redtail. ThunderClan will never be beaten!" Tigerclaw yowled, jumping back to Redtail's side. "This is our border!" He leapt round his broad beak with black blood, And shook his head impatiently on the rocks, where the mouse had dropped.

     "ThunderClan will honor your bravery, Tigerclaw, but we cannot lose any more of our soldiers," Redtail urged. "Bluestar never expected his soldiers to fight against those impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's gaze steadily, then leaped up from rock to rock at the edge of the trees.

     "Welcome, ThunderClan! Welcome!" At once his warriors fought and fought against his adversaries. Spitting and scorning, they returned to Redtail. Knock knock, the RiverClan cats looked confused. Was this so easily fought? Then the jubilant oak barked. When they heard him, the RiverClan warriors raised their voices and joined their deputy in a taunt of victory.

     Redtail looked at his soldiers. He gave the signal with a flick of his tail and dropped the ThunderClan cats on the edge of Sunningrocks, then disappeared into the trees.

     The desert shines, the gray old man sits alone, The night and the sky stand clear. Around him in the shadows he could hear the breathing and stirring of the sleeping cats.

     A small tortoise came out of a dark corner with a cat, its footsteps alive and silent.

    "The gray cat washes its head in greeting." How is Mousefur?"

     "His wounds are deep, Bluestar," replied the turtle, sinking down cold on the grass. "But he is young and strong, he will soon recover."

     "And others?"

     "They will receive all of them as well."

     Bluestar sighed. "We're lucky we didn't lose any of our soldiers this time. You're a medicine cat, Spottedleaf." They put their heads together again and he studied the stars. "I was shocked by tonight's defeat. I was not defeated in my own ThunderClan territory and became leader," he muttered. "These are difficult times for our Clan. The new-oil season was late and there were fewer kits. ThunderClan needs more soldiers if it is to survive."

     "But the year is only the beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. "There will be more kits when the leaf turns green."

     The gray cat shrugged his broad shoulders. "Perhaps. But our young men are working hard to fight. If ThunderClan is to defend its borders, it must have new soldiers as soon as possible."

     "Am I StarClan's answer?" Spottedleaf gathered slowly, Obtutu followed the bluestar, and the twinkling lights in the dark sky.

     "Sometimes it's like this when we need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?" Bluestar asked.

     "Not for some heat, Bluestar."

     Suddenly a falling star burned over the peaks. Spottedleaf's tail is twitching and the fur along its spine is horrendous.

     Bluestar's ears perked up but remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to look up.

     After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and turned to Bluestar. "It was news about StarClan," he muttered. A distant look came into his eyes. "Fire alone can save our Clan."

     "Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared by all nations! How will it save us?"

     Spottedleaf shook her head. "I don't know," he admitted. "But StarClan wanted to share this news with me."

     The leader of ThunderClan fixed his blue eyes on the blue medicine. "You've never been wrong before, Spottedleaf," she mewed. "If StarClan has spoken, it must be so. Our Clan will keep the fire."

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That was a lot of misgendering and uh- violence, per se. Agree?