Dark Sunrise

Chapter One

Firestar had just finished the Clan meeting underneath the burning afternoon sun, and the cats of ThunderClan were heading back to their duties. Two warriors stayed underneath the shade of the rock. The twins Foxhawk and Wolfstorm had identical white pelts with black paws, ear tips, and tail tip. Their eyes reflected the other's chocolate brown ones, and the only difference between the sister and brother was in the length of Foxhawk's claws being longer than any other cat, and the strength of Wolfstorm's jaws and teeth being like that of a wolf. On most days, the two would be joined at the pelt, but today held something mysterious. Foxhawk began hissing at her brother in anger. "Mousebrain! I do NOT need to see Cinderpelt to get checked. I'm fine! There's NOTHING wrong with me, I swear!" the she-cat hissed in exasperation. Her brother growled in response, "Fox, this is the fourth time you've snarled at our leader. Obviously there is something on your mind. Why can't you just tell me what's wrong? We're siblings, and siblings tell each other everything, right?" "There are some things better left unsaid, Wolf. This is one such thing. Now stop bugging me about it, please." Foxhawk meowed sternly. Her brother stared at her doubtfully for a moment, then meowed coldly, "Fine. But I still think you should see Cinderpelt about this. I'm heading out to go hunting. C'mon, sis, let's get some fresh air to clear our minds. Maybe a hunt will get our minds off of this." His sister simply nodded in reply, and followed her brother out of the camp and into the forest. The two cats slinked through the shadows side-by-side, tasting the air for prey. It wasn't long before Foxhawk picked up the smell of a rabbit warren. The she-cat silently crept up to the hole in the ground, extending her extra-long claws in preparation. Wolfstorm noticed his sister seemed to be unusually excited to catch prey, her mouth spread into a wide, fanged grin. Foxhawk crouched down in front of the warren, her fluffy white and black tail swishing from side to side in anticipation. Suddenly, the warrior sprang into action and pounced on the rabbit warren. The forest seemed to explode in madness, chunks of grassy dirt flying through the air. The sound of squealing and ripping flesh resonated through the trees as Foxhawk ended the life of every rabbit in the warren. Wolfstorm was dumbfounded at the pleasure his sister took in killing the fat, fluffy animals one by one. "Got them," mewed Foxhawk, lifting herself out of the warren after pushing out six baby rabbits and the mother, all ripped apart and dead. The she-cat's snow white face was dyed crimson with blood, and the warm red liquid soaked her black paws and began drying around her claws. But the thing that disturbed Wolfstorm the most was the haunting grin spread across Foxhawk's face, her sharp fangs tainted in blood. The cat was also shaking with laughter, her eyes glittering with the thrill of murdering prey. Something is definitely wrong with my sister, Wolfstorm thought to himself in worry. I have to tell Cinderpelt myself about this. Foxhawk looks insane...

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