Rise Of Bloodclan

Chapter 1

(Thunderclan)

Foxtail awoke to the sound of laughter, outside my den. It wasn't really his den. It didn't belong to anyone. "Foxtail?" Bramblepaw padded into the den, Lightstep by his side. "Since when were you the medicine cat Bramblepaw?" The apprentice laughed. "I'm just here to help Lightstep. For now." Lightstep sat down, dropping a few purple berries, and a vole. "For you." Lightstep pushed the berries and the vole towards Foxtail, who stared at them. "I'm not sick, Lightstep." He had a pain in his belly, but it had faded away. And come back again. "Foxtail, you know you are. Do it for your own good. We already lost a cat to greencough recently, and I don't want to lose anyone else to any other sicknesses." "Fine." Foxtail chewed up the berries, and swallowed. "The vole's for you." "Bramblepaw! Did you forget the hunting patrol? Again!?" Creektail's voice made Bramblepaw freeze. "U-Uh, no! I was helping Lightstep! Bye Foxtail, Lightstep." The tabby bounded out of the den. Lightstep smiled, and meowed. "I'll leave you in peace." He padded out of the den, leaving the old elder alone, as he had been for many moons. He still remembered his mate, Cloverfrost. She had grown old over time, like him. Foxtail still remembered her. Her eyes, as green as the forest in newleaf. Her fur was golden, with silver stripes crisscrossing her pelt. Her voice was like a sweet song, sweeter then honey. He had adored her, just as she had loved him back. Cloverfrost had bore him two kits. Creekkit, and Oakkit. Two lives, for one. Foxtail felt tears well in his eyes, as he remembered her. His stomach rumbled, and he felt the clawing pain in his belly. One day, One day he would join her in Starclan, and together, they would watch over their kits, Creektail and Oakstar. Both had grown to be great warriors. One a great fighter and hunter, and the other, the thinker. Oakstar had guided their clan through many battles, Creektail leading them courageously. They had won most of them, and for that reason, Thunderclan had claimed Sunningrocks, for now. Foxtail gulped down the vole, and curled up. He rested his head on his paws, and imagines Cloverfrost next to him, her warm pelt making his sleep easier. Foxtail's dreams were sometimes good, sometimes bad. Ones, he was sitting in the nursery, with Cloverfrost, and their kits. Others, Creekkit and Oakkit didn't make it, just like their mother. Cat-shaped shadows had haunted his nightmares. They were always there. Once, one was standing over Cloverfrost's body, blood welling from wounds all over her flank. He always woke up, yowling in terror, eyes wide. Foxtail closed his eyes, and wondered what the shadow-like cats were. Red eyes, red streaks over their necks, white claws protruding from them, like branches from a tree. Blood dripped from their clawed paws, and death lingered around them, the stench of death surrounding them. Foxtail opened his eyes. He was in a shadowy place, huge walls surrounding him. Suddenly, shadow-like cats poured from above, their eyes stretched wide in blood-thirst, blood thirsty grins plastered on their faces. They rushed towards him, screeching and roaring. Foxtail yowled in terror, as one dug its fangs into his neck. He yowled in terror.

And Foxtail opened his eyes, yowling in fear.

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Credit to
taenteed  for making me cri over her fanfics while writing this
BrackenSnake for pestering me about this.