Warriors: The Chosen Warrior: The Betrayal (Book 3)

Prologue

Ava'yorn! Hello, again! I know it's been a while since I posted the book previous to this one, but I felt like now is a good time to upload the third book!

I want you to know that this book has the characters of Power of Three: Dark River, once again with some of my OC's added into it, and along with the Lake Territory from Erin Hunter's original Warriors series.

 OC's in this Book:

Leafsong - pale ginger she-cat with a white front left paw and chest and green eyes; ThunderClan warrior; Chosen Warrior

Goldenfur - dark ginger she-cat with green eyes; Leafsong's mother; formerly of ThunderClan, now in StarClan

Whitefang - white tom with amber eyes; Leafsong's father; formerly of RiverClan, now in StarClan

Redswirl - black she-cat with a patch of red fur on the side and green eyes; ShadowClan warrior

Scarpelt - dark brown tom with many scars, torn ears, and blue eyes; ShadowClan warrior

Owlheart - brown she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes

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Prologue

A dark brown tom was pacing in a small clearing surrounded by brambles and thorns, kicking up fallen pine needles on the forest floor.  His scars were glistering in the moonlight, and his battle torn ears flicked impatiently.  At the sound of bushes swishing, the tom turned toward it and saw a black she-cat in the shadows, barely visible except for her gleaming green eyes.

“Redswirl,” the tom greeted.  “I thought you weren’t coming.”

The black she-cat with red fur on her side, Redswirl, growled.  “This better be worth sneaking out of camp through the dirtplace tunnel, Scarpelt.  I’ll have to groom my pelt for over a moon to get this stink out!”  She stepped into the clearing, hissing in annoyance as some brambles snagged at her fur.

“Keep your fur on, Redswirl,” Scarpelt, the brown tom, snapped.  “I want to ask you something.”

“What is it, then?” the she-cat replied.  “I have to go on the dawn patrol tomorrow, and it’s already moonhigh.  I’m bound to get some sleep!”

Scarpelt bared his teeth for a moment, wanting to attack his Clanmate.  He only lashed his tail once before asking, “Do you know about the Chosen Warrior?”

        Redswirl answered slowly.  “Yes….  The Chosen Warrior can rule the whole forest if they wanted to.  It is the strongest cat in the territories.  If you kill it, that power will be lost forever.  The Clans could be destroyed.”  She put on a puzzled face.  “What about the Chosen Warrior?”

Scarpelt grinned.  “I know who the Chosen Warrior is.  It’s a ThunderClan she-cat, and we are going to attack her.”

Redswirl’s eyes grew wide.  “We?  Scarpelt, you and I both know that I would never kill another cat, warrior code or no warrior code.”

His blue eyes gleamed with amusement.  “Who said you had to kill her?  You can help with the fighting, and I’ll bring the final bite.  So, are you in?”

The two cats stared at each other for a few heartbeats.  Redswirl broke the silence as she spun around and headed toward the exit of the clearing, spitting, “Even if you do the killing, I still don’t want to be part of it.  Count me out!”

Just as she reached the barrier, Scarpelt blocked Redswirl’s way, anger in his eyes.  “If you don’t join, you’re going to get killed, too.”

The frustration in Redswirl’s face turned to fear.  She felt like the world was spinning around as she meowed, “Okay.  I’ll help you kill the Chosen Warrior.”