Warrior cats #1 these broken shadows

Prolouge

Prologue

These broken shadows
A yellow and white queen sat alone in the middle of a clearing with three young kits. She was waiting for something to happen, something deadly, something that would either change the clans for the better or for the worse.

A huge snowy white Tom with gray brindle markings padded quickly across the clearing to the young queen and her kits. "Minnowstrike! What are you doing here?!" The Tom spat angrily. "I was waiting for you! The kits wanted to see you!" Minnowstrike hissed defensive. She curled her tail protectively around her kits. "No! There could be a patrol out for all we know! You know how dangerous it is right now! Go home to the camp!" The tom hissed pleading incessantly.

"Nightfeather please we haven't seen you in countless moons." Minnowstrike pleaded, touching her nose to Nightfeathers pelt. Nightfeather hesitated for a moment. "Fine! But we have to be careful, we have to make sure no one sees us! And it won't be my fault when you and your kits get killed." Nightclaw growled coldly staring into Minnowstrike's green eyes. Minnowsrike glared back with the same Ferocity. "You'd be dead in that scenario too" Minnowstrike grumbled sullenly. "Go on go say hello to your father." She said, giving the kits a gentle shove.

The kits rubbed up against their father purring.  Before the family could say anything else a warning yowl rang out through the foggy morning. Minnowstrike's eyes widened in fear. " a patrol!" Nightfeather yowled. Ten warriors came running towards them, their ears flattened against the sides of their heads and their teeth pulled back into vicious snarls. Their paws thudding loudly on the hard ground. "Run!" Minnowstrike shrieked. Minnowstrike herded the kits across the clearing to the edge of the forest. Minnowstrike was about to bolt into the forest with her life, but it was too late the warriors surrounded them spitting and hissing at them. Nightfeather had his claws unsheathed ready to attack anyone who came near him or his mate. These weren't any cats he recognized, not from any of the clans. And they were huge, the biggest cats he had ever seen. They had long mud caked shaggy fur and bright unhealthy eyes. The largest one growled menacingly and swatted at him.

He leaped at the huge Cat but the larger cat knocked him off easily. and pinned him to the ground. Another cat came to help finish him off. The cat's sharp teeth punctured his underbelly. Nightfeather Bit the cat's shoulder as hard as he could and ripped out an excessive amount of flesh. The cat yowled in agony leaping off Nightfeather as a spurt of scarlet drops shot out of his shoulder. Minnowstrike shrieked as a jet black warrior pounced on her. The Tom hissed threateningly in her face, taunting her menacingly to try to move. The Tom hissed and tore at her face
Making blood pour out of her neck.. Blood ran like a scarlet river down the side of her face. Minnowstrike stared up at him defenseless. She tried to fight but she wasn't as strong as she thought she was. Unable to fight back she went limp bracing herself for the death that hung over her like a shadow. He raised his head for the killing bite and plunged his jaws into her neck and blood spurted up like a geyser bathing the opaque Tom in a Hideous grume. "My ki..." Minnowstrike struggled uselessly, and her life ebbed from her body like a sullen river.. Her body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

"Minnowstrike! NO!" Nightfeather shrieked. "No no No!" Nightfeather cried leaping over the unconscious bodies of the vicious rouges, to his unmoving mate. "no no Minnowstrike please wake up, you can't leave me like this please." Nightfeather whispered, pressing his nose against Minnowstrike's fur. "Mama?" A little voice squeaked. "Where's mama? I can't see her!" Another voice cried. Nightclaw curled himself around his kits. Trying to comfort them. "Come on kits, mama....m-mama is dead. And She's not coming back." Nightfeather told the kits gently, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder before continuing on ahead into the not to distant future.