Warriors: FlightClan's Beginning

Prologue

Fresh sat, grooming her fur in a very sophisticated way. Each time she licked herself, the bell attached to her pink collar would ring. Fresh hardly noticed the noise anymore. It was just another sound along with the pouring rain outside. Suddenly, the brown tabby was hungry. She meandered over to her small bowl of bland pellets and ate a few of them before going back to grooming her already straightened fur. She couldn't wait for it to stop raining.

Flame sat very still as Fetch addressed him. Although Flame was not paying attention to what the black tom was saying, he still sat very attentively. He was wondering what his next meal would be. A juicy mouse, maybe a fat grouse. Fetch stared at him questioningly. Flame nodded, unsure what Fetch had said. Fetch growled, but thankfully not at Flame. He sighed and headed for the fresh-kill pile.

Field stood, staring over the hill he was on. He was going home. A shiver of nostalgia ran over his spine. He was wondering if they were still here. Field shook himself. He decided not to worry about it. He just couldn't believe he was going home.

Fly raced through the forest, giggling as she went. She was totally sure no one would catch her. She was racing her friend, Holly, and she was clearly winning. This made Fly tumble over in a fit of laughter. She was then sure she would lose the race, but she didn't particularly care. Holly overtook her as Fly was getting to her feet. Suddenly, an eerie noise could be heard through the trees. It was headed straight for Fly. A scream escaped her throat before she woke up, curled in her nest.

Fall was curled up next to a tortoiseshell and white she-cat. Maple had saved him. A very long time ago, when he had allowed situations like that to happen to him. Now he would save her. He didn't know what he would save her from, but he would save her.

Far sat alone. She sighed and laid down, curled up, and closed her eyes. But she couldn't sleep. Far missed her friends. She... might have missed her family. But most of all, she missed her home. But she wouldn't stop missing it because she couldn't go back. No matter what happened, she would never be able to go home. Never.

Fish sat in front of his commander. He was loyal to the cat he was standing before. Vex was pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Vex was pacing because... Fish wasn't exactly sure why. But it must have been troubling. If only Fish was in a higher command. He could fix everything. If only he was given a chance.

A faded gray tom with stars in his pelt sighed and shook his head. He turned to a cream tabby she-cat who was sitting next to him.

"I realize now they might not be enough," he meowed.

The cream tabby looked astonished. "What about Fish? Surely you believe in him?" The gray tom shook his head.

"I'm not sure I can."

"I suppose we'll just have to wait. And you'll have to trust me," the cream tabby meowed, lashing her tail in annoyance.

The gray tom sighed. "You know I do."