Warriors || The Rapture || A Warriors OC Fan-fiction

Prologue

Loomtail trots across the dead forest. Her striped tail drags behind her through mud. Like everything in the Place of No Stars, it has lost all hope. Dead leaves crackle underneath the weight of her paws. Trees sway along with the beat of her heart. Nights like this make her wish for a glimpse of the stars. Yet she knows that will never be. She can hear the dry voices of her clanmates. Have they started the meeting already? Loomtail thought quietly to herself. I can't let them think I'm weak. This makes her break into a quick trot.

    Trying not to seem anxious, she approaches the voices with a slower pace. She can hear Fogstep's sharp, powerful voice coming from a small clearing surrounding a large boulder.

"We can't spare any more time!" A small, grey, muddy cat, with black patches grunts as Loomtail strides to the back of the circle. She recognizes the cat to be Gazestorm. The youngest out of himself, Bouldertooth, and Fogstep. Each has had their own grasp at the clans. They made RiverClan tumble, singled pawed. Their reputation is so large that when they died they became the un-declared leaders of the Dark Forest. No cat said it, and they didn't have to.

    Loomtail had felt their fury first hand. When she was alive and in the clans, she trained under Bouldertooth. She gave everything to their cause, including her life. And more. But the question she often asked herself was, would she do it again?

"Agreed. But in order for the plan to function properly we have to find three willing hosts." Fogstep grumbled from the top of her rocky throne.

"Well, we could always just bring cats to train here again. Surely some cats would be foolish enough." Said Cinderscar, the grumpy grey tom. He sat as close as possible to the three siblings.

"Ever since the Great Shaking, cats have been more carful with who they listen to. We will have to think this through. The hosts must be smart but not to smart." Fogstep snapped towards the old tom. Fogstep's tail swayed in annoyance.

    Loomtail's formal mentor Bouldertooth made a slow turn and stared at her. Loomtail couldn't help but flinch. He knew her secret. Her three secrets. Her dirty secrets that got her killed. Bouldertooth smirked at her. Please don't. Loomtail prayed to any StarClan cat that might possibly be listening.

"Loomtail has a very strong connection to three unsuspecting apprentices. Perhaps we could have her befriend them." Bouldertooth declared with a hint of humor in his voice.

    All the cats turned and looked at Loomtail. Their hollow eyes waited for a response.

Loomtail slowly stuttered. "I-I suppose it's possible."

Bouldertooth's smirk turned into a full grin. The cats seemed delighted in the idea. Loomtail's claws gripped the murky earth in anger.

"Well then it's settled. Loomtail will visit the three cats and convince them to join our cause." Gazestorm beckoned to the crowd.

Cats roared in agreement. Loomtail should be happy. She knows she should. But how? How could she be happy when her kit's lives are on the line?