WARRIORS: DARKNESS AND LIGHT (Volume 1): THE MIDNIGHT SUN

Prologue

"Let's start from the beggining, the very beggining. I know it's hard to believe, but just imagen, that, once, there was a time where not one, but five clans ruled the lake, they were: Thunderclan, Fierce and Brave. Riverclan, Clever and Strong. Shadowclan, Willy and Proud. Skyclan, Compassionable and Adaptable. And us, Windclan, Swift and Loyal. All under the rule of their ancestors, Starclan. Moons and moons passed, and unfortunately, we were the only clan strong enough to survive."

"But that's a whole other story."

"The story i'm gonna tell you starts like this: Warriors are the residents in a clan, their job was to hunt, fight, and go on patrols to serve their clan. Of course, they had their challenges: Cold Leaf-Bares, Twolegs, droughts, snakes, but their worst challenge were foxes."

"Foxes were known to be heartless and see the world in a dark way. At one point, they succeeded in capturing the entire Windclan, and decided to make a special event once every eighteen moons, every eighteen moons, to see who could finish off the most Warriors under the Midnight Sun. An event they loved to call Red Moon..."

The fox cub excitedly rushed to his father's den, accidentally tackling two or three other foxes along the way. But he didn't care.

Today was Red Moon, the one day to prove to himself he can be savage, cruel, and heartless. Like any fox should be.

Once getting in, he was disappointed to find Killer still asleep, but he took advantage of it by creating all types of noises: Clawing on the den's floor, yipping, bearing his teeth on a stick, and even howling like those legendary wolves he had heard in stories.

The young fox then huffed with annoyance as he landed upside down as his father's leg kicked him to the other side. Looks like none of those are gonna work...okay.

He got on his father and took off half of Killer's left whiskers with his paws.

Finally, the ruler got up as fast as a rabbit trying to run from them and looked at his son. "Fang! Is it dawn yet?" He asked, stunned, picking up his son.

The cub wiggled with excitement. "It's..." he dropped Killer's whiskers. "RED MOON!!!"

"Oh Red Moon," Killer said once he was outside his den, dangling Fang by his scurff. "one day, to be fierce!"

Red Moons took place underground in a big, circular, single warrren room called the Arena where Warriors couldn't jump to the holes all around to get out, which foxes used to enter. There was an escape and entrance not so high where the felines could fit, but was covered by a heavy boulder on the other end. In the top of the middle of the room stood a round, exposed roof where many theorized a tree once stood before getting ripped out, but was higher than all the holes combined. The place where the Red Moon's light would typically lit the room bloody red at midnight where the event started.

"Give it up for the keeper of the Warriors, the one fox who can do anything, your loyal hunter..." a huge fox turned from her back to the crowd of foxes and grinned with sharp teeth. "Me."

Fang's right ear twitched as he heard Red's howl. Night's pelt made everything dark, his paws were on Killer's own ears as he rode on him, on their way for his first non-prey kill. He unsheathed his claws nervously as he stared high at the now lit Red Moon.

"Killer?"

"Yeah, Fang? "

Fang shifted uneasily. "What if...what if i'm not strong enough to rip a Warrior's pelt off?"

The cub then felt his father's laughing breaths on his back. "Killer or not Fang, you'll always be special."

The fox cub narrowed his eyes in thought.