Warriors #2 - Attack of the Clones

Prologue

It was another quiet night in the Tribe of The Hidden Waters.

There was no moon to light up the eerie clearing, nor was a living creature in sight.

Once or twice, a corvid would sing its spine-tingling caw, its black beady eyes ever watching, ever seeing who would be the next victim of the steep slopes and jagged cliffs.

Seersight leaped swiftly through the path despite its harsh atmosphere, like a silvery black shadow in flight.

Three days after the events of the Darkhavener killing Sagepelt, his dreams were haunted by nightmarish omens. He was one of the cats who did not believe about Darkhaven's return, but now he knew better. Nightshade's forgotten vow of vengeance was happening.

'I sense a war coming. When it does, we will need an army to fight back.'

Horrid visions that had not happened yet flashed across his mind as he ran faster and faster.

Corpses of knights drowning in their own blood...

The cries of the innocent pierced the air as they were slaughtered one by one...

And the dark shadow with no face, watching the roaring of the flames below as they swallowed up the clearing...

'Dawnclan is in grave danger. They just don't know it yet.'

"You've come a long way, Dawnclan knight." a misty voice, like something deceased had found a way to talk mewed.

"We don't get many visitors here."

Everything here was either in shades of grey or blue.

A vast pool of water supported smooth, flat stones that reminded Seersight of lily pads, and a waterfall roared in the distance.

"Greetings, Veilstar." Seersight dipped his head respectfully as the skeletal form of the she-cat appeared from the mist.

Veilstar didn't reply, but her long, snake-like neck swayed as she blinked her huge obsidian eyes, which he personally thought creepy.

"What brings you here in the Tribe of the Hidden Waters?" Veilstar asked in her misty voice again.

"If my memory's correct, you have the ability to create what I need."

"Meaning?"

"I request you humbly to make an army for Dawnclan." Seersight retorted, curling his tail around his paws.

"Please?" he added when Veilstar stared at him without blinking once.

"I could make the thing you ask me," the Kaminoan she-cat rose without a sound, like the mist among the withered grey trees.

"But remember knight, everything comes with a price."

Veilstar led him to a hollow cave lit up with blue flame, where thousands of tiny cries could be heard below the cliff.

Puzzled, Seersight looked down; a shiver ran across his spine when he noticed the mewling came from countless identical kits.

"Are those-"

"Yes, they are clones from our last donor." Veilstar padded away without glancing at the kits.

"This is the last batch because the owner of these clones died years ago."

"What happens to them?" Seersight stared at the Kaminoan.