Warriors: Owl's Eyes

-Prologue-

"Featherstar, there is something urgent that I need to tell you!" The medicine cat exclaimed, running over to Featherstar, who was sitting in front of her den. "Yes, Spotshade?" She responded in her soft, feathery voice.

But when she looked up and noticed the serious look on Spotshade's face, she stood up. "We will talk in my den."

They quickly padded over to the tall spire of rock, jumped up onto the ledge and went into the hollow, and sat down. "So what is it?" Featherstar asked, looking concerned. "It was a message from Starclan," Spotshade said quietly. "I was in my den, sorting herbs for when the cats come back from battle, wondering if and when the dogs would leave, when I heard something. It just sounded like a voice in the wind, but I'm sure I heard it. It said, 'Lion and light shall be born, tooth and claw shall meet, and all will be saved.'"

Featherstar looked up, as if gazing at the stars through the layers of rock. She looked back at the medicine cat. "This is very important. What do you think 'Lion and light' means?" She asked.

"I don't know... it could be kits that will be born," Spotshade suggested. "Rabbitfoot and Tigertail have kits, and Silverfern is expecting. We should pay attention to those kits, but also watch for any other signs." She said, and Spotshade nodded.

"We just have to watch."

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The cats of Leafclan, all who were able to fight, were gathered in suspenseful silence at the entrance to the cave they called home. The clan's life had been in danger ever since a pack of dogs had taken refuge in their territory, and they were about to try to fight them out.

Sparrowpelt shivered in anticipation; this would be his first major battle! Excitement coursed through his body, but dread was also slowly crawling along his spine. Would they make it? Would the pack leave?

Darkstorm, the deputy, gave the signal to go, and they all started making their way through the gently rolling fields.

Everyone was very cautious as they swiftly made their way towards the place the patrol had reported the dogs.

Everyone had thought they were taking a while to get back; they were stunned when the patrol came through the entrance, soaked in blood and covered with scratches.

They said that two large dogs had dug out a shallow den in a hillside, and they had probably escaped from Twolegplace.

From then on, no one went hunting alone, and mentors usually trained their apprentices in pairs, and everyone was careful to avoid that spot as even more dogs were reported gathering there.

At last, they reached the top of the hill that bordered the vale in which the dogs stayed. It was a low dip in the land between two large hills with a stream running down the center, and cats usually went there to hunt or train. It had been a big loss for the clan.

They all stood there, watching the dogs' every move, and seeing what would happen. All of a sudden, one of the dogs perked their ears, and whirled around. It noticed the group of fierce cats gazing at them, and stared back with glaring, beady eyes.

It let out a solitary bark, loud enough to warn the other dogs that a threat was there. The other dogs abandoned what they were doing and crowded around, letting out growls and low, threatening barks.

Darkstorm let out the battle cry, and they charged. As they raced towards the pack of stray dogs in the field, all Sparrowpelt could hear was the blood roaring in his ears, and he felt adrenaline rushing through his body.

He looked to his right at his mentor, Blueshade, who looked furious. He whipped his head back around and leaped at a big black and brown dog. He latched onto the dog, held on with his front claws and started to tear at the dog's flank. It let out a yip of pain and bucked, sending Sparrowpelt flying over its head. He got slammed into the ground and the dog leaped at him, but just at the last moment, someone grabbed him by his scruff and yanked him out of the way. It was Rosepaw.

He looked shyly at her before throwing himself at another dog. He latched himself onto the dog's front leg and climbed up to the top of its head.

He got a clear view of the battle from here; the whole place reeked of blood, and you could hear both cats and dogs howling in pain and anger. He didn't get to look too closely though, because just then the dog started thrashing its head furiously.

He let out a hiss of frustration and shot out his front paws to scratch at the dog's eyes. He did a little bit of damage before the dog whipped its head back so Sparrowpaw landed on its back. It flung its head around, grabbed his back leg, and shook him for a while before dropping him and running in a different direction.

He stood there, shaken and exhausted. He thought he could've gotten a little break, until a large paw hit him in the side, and he flew a short distance. He laid there with the wind knocked out of him for a few seconds, before jumping back up again as the dog who had hit him ran over and leapt at him, jaws gaping open.

Sparrowpaw narrowly dodged the sharp teeth, dashing to the right as they clamped down on the air.

"Leafclan, retreat!" called the thunderous voice of Darkstorm. Oh, thank Starclan! Thought Sparrowpelt. He dragged himself up and limped away as fast as he could with the rest of the clan.