The moor was quiet, the tall grass painted silver by moonlight. Suddenly, a sharp, pained yowl broke the peaceful silence, an injured gray tom dashed through the cloudy night, carrying two young brown toms, a kit in his jaws and an apprentice on his back.
The tom's paws ached, but he could not stop running, if he stopped his remaining kin would die, he leapt over a large, smooth rock, almost dropping his kit. It continued to chase, the red beast's loud clawsteps echoing in the empty field.
He spotted a cliff ahead, one he knew dropped into a large ravine, if he fell he and his kits would die.. but he also knew there was land one the other side, it was risky, but his kits had to survive.
The gray spotted tom ran faster, and then sprung forward. He made the jump, the moment he made it to the other side of the ravine he collapsed, the younger tom on his back falling off as he did.
He glanced back at the ravine, seeing the wicked beast on the other side, watching her eyes flash with... Pride? He Wondered why, he couldn't ponder about that for to long, the wound on his neck that he had neglected to think about flared up with pain.
He coughed, dropping the kit. The tom spotted two cats in the distance, rapidly approaching. his vision started to darken, the voices of the unknown felines grew closer.
“—errypaw—get-” a white she-cat urgently meowed, but her voice didn't fully register, “h—y! St— awake!” the moment she said that, he fully blacked out.
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A/N: sorry that this prologue is so short- and probably poorly written aswell, this is my first fanfic that I'm posting. If you notice any spelling mistakes please tell me! This is also unedited so...
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Warriors: burning flowers
Mystery / ThrillerOleanderpaw starts his apprenticeship, incredibly excited! But that excitement slowly fades as he starts getting strange nightmares... !!ALL ART IN THIS FIC IS MINE UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE!! Cross-posted on quotev under the same username.
