Warriors: Empire's End ~Book 5 Series 3~

Prologue

Spectrum's POV:

The Promethean crept along the tree-line, her pale green eyes narrowed as she stuck to the shadows and examined the area. She lay just outside NoName's camp. No one had seen her, she could easily launch a surprise attack on them. Great security. What do those border patrols do all day? The Clans seriously needed to get their territories back- NoName was clearly unaware of the way Clan life worked despite her past as a Clan leader.

Spectrum sighed to herself, unsure whether she was doing the right thing or not. She had left Silvershy barely three days ago. Had she had her kits yet? Was she okay? The black she cat shook her head, clearing her mind. There was no time to worry about her ex-companion; she had had no plan in sticking with Silvershy for long anyway. She was bound to leave eventually, she just fled early.

Spectrum had to turn to the future. To her next plan, and that plan was to mess with the Dark Forest. She had noticed that she had no connection to Blossomfur's dreams anymore, the pale furred she cat had failed to take NoName's shadows. But she caused plenty of trouble for the cats around her. The black she cat smiled faintly to herself. NoName should still be shaken by Blossomfur's attempt on her life, which will make it easy for me to slip in to the Dark Forest ranks.

Peeking through the bushes, Spectrum spotted two guards seated outside the Prison. The den was large, perhaps the largest den in camp. It loomed tall and intimidating. She wondered how the prisoners were doing. How many were left? Spectrum had to respect the Clan warriors for surviving this long against NoName's wrath. Although NoName has mostly left them alone to rot. Has she ever kept prisoners before? There was something wrong with that red she cat; she couldn't do anything right. She was a disgrace.

The black she cat spotted NoName grooming herself in the shadows of her den entrance, her watchful white eyes surveying her camp. She had noticeable wounds on her chest. A fight? With Blossomfur perhaps? She smiled. She hadn't gone down without a fight. Though it was a shame she hadn't succeeded, Spectrum had been looking forward to a Dark Forest ruled by a young, inexperienced and short-tempered she cat.  

Spectrum was suddenly interrupted by the sound of scuffling pawsteps and she immediately blinked away from her hiding spot just as a patrol of Dark Forest warriors thundered past, heading back to their camp.

I'll visit NoName later. Spectrum promised silently.

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