Warriors: A Silver Moon Rises

Prologue

              I sniff the air for any sign of danger that might be lurking around me, the scent of two-leg monsters filling my nose. Prey had been scarce for the past 2 moons,  Clan fighting clan for the taste of fresh kill, the taste of warm blood and flesh filling our stomachs. This very thought made my mouth begin to water. I turned and made my way through the forest back to the entrance of the thunderclan camp.

 

The brambles brushed against my soft cream coloured pelt as I entered the camp, the smell of my clanmates filling my nose.

"Angelheart, did you have any luck finding any prey? "  Firestar called from across the camp. I padded toward the entrance of his den, trying to hold up my head, as I knew that my clan-mates had been watching me since I entered the camp, with the hopefullness that I had possibly found fresh-kill while out on border patrol. But hope quickly turned to disspair as they saw my jaws empty.

  "Firestar, I had no luck at all, and there was no smell of any of the other clans. I am starting to think that none of the other clan members have anything to do with the dissapearance of more of the prey, " I said as I gave him a confused look.

  " Firestar, I have been noticing more and more of the monster smell as I go for border patrols, I am led to believe that the monsters are forcing the prey out of the forest and into other areas of the land, " I say with a sence of hopefullness that this may be the very cause for the loss of prey in the forest.

  "Angelheart, we both know the monsters stay on the thunderpath..

"but....," I stammer

"I do not wish to hear any more of this, now return to your den and get a good nights sleep, for tommorow you will no longer be a warrior, " he stated as he nodded his head and slowly padded back into his den. The previouse deputy had been killed in an ambush attack by shadowclan. I had grown close to Firestar these past few years, he took me in when my parents had abandoned me as a kit, and had raised me as one of his own. I slowly turned and headed for the warriors den.

As I reached the entrance of the den, I gazed up into silverpelt, looking for any sign that might help me save the clans from destroying eachother, from destroying everything years of trust, and care had built. I then padded slowly into the black of the den, curled up into my nest at the back of the den, slowly taking in the sounds of my den-mates breathing, I closed my eyes, and went to sleep..for tommorow I would be a deputy of Thunderclan.