LEGENDARY | Warrior Cats #1

-Ambush-

 It was a cold night. A young kit walked out of the nursery, yawned, and headed towards the fresh-kill pile.

"Hello, Thrushkit," a familiar voice said. It was Eelstar, the ShadowClan leader.

"Hello, Eelstar. How are you doing?" the young she-kit asked.

Earlier, Eelstar had a case of white cough. Whitecough was a serious sickness that was common in Leaf-bare.

"I'm fine, Thrushkit. No need to worry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am perfectly fine. Now, run along. Your mother is probably worried."

"Yes, Eelstar."

As the young kit was padding towards the nursery, slowing down every few steps to look behind her, she wondered.

What was Eelstar doing out so late? Was he going out to hunt? No, it was too late for that.

Her thoughts came to an end as she walked into the nursery. She saw her sister, Graykit, awake.

"Hi, Thrushkit! What are you doing up so late?" her sister asked.

"I was going to ask you the same question."

"I heard you and Eelstar talking. You know you guys almost woke up mother, right?"

"No. I didn't think that we were being that loud."

"Well, you were."

"Sorry. I-"

"What are you two doing up?" a soft, gentle voice asked. It was their mother, Russetcloud.

"We were just talking, mother," Thrushkit said.

"Well, stop talking. You can talk in the morning," she said.

"Yes, mother."

Thrushkit circled her patch of moss, yawned, got down on her belly with her paws underneath, and fell asleep.

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"Thrushkit. Thrushkit, wake up. Thrushkit!" a voice yelled.

"Huh? W-what?" she asked, half-asleep.

"Thrushkit, don't you remember? You're going to practice hunting with me," the voice said again. It was the ShadowClan deputy, and her father, Palecloud.

"Hi, dad," she said.

"Hi. Now, hurry up. Go get some fresh-kill and meet me to meet at the medicine den.

She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and took a skinny mouse. She was tempted to eat the fat squirrel, but, if she ate too much, she wouldn't be able to catch anything.

She ate the mouse as fast as she could and was walking towards the medicine den.

When she got to the medicine den she walked towards her father.

"So, are you ready?" the deputy asked.

"Yep!"

"Alright then. Since you're just a kit, we will practice just outside of the camp where the apprentices' train, don't worry, though. Sometimes kits come here with their kin to practice when their almost apprentices." He soothed.

"Okay," Thrushkit said. The fluffy kit shaking.

They walked through the forest, stopping every few minutes to sniff the air. They stopped at a sun-lit clearing.

"Okay then, off you go," her father said.

"What?"

"Don't you want to go hunting by yourself?"

"No! It's dangerous out there!"

"Calm down. Look, when you become an apprentice, you will have hunt by yourself."

"But I'm not an apprentice, I'm a kit!"

"Just relax. Go hunt, if you need me just call my name."

"Okay."

She padded away from her father, nervously. She stopped at a big oak tree. She sniffed the air around her until she found a scent.

Mouse, she thought. She was hoping to find a rabbit or a squirrel, but a mouse will do.

She got low on her belly. She stalked the mouse through the tall grass. She pounced, but the mouse ran away. She fell onto the hard ground. The kit stood up. She thought.

What went wrong? Did I stalk it too loud? Did it smell me?

While she was still thinking, she smelled a scent. At first, she couldn't tell who it was, but then she realized what it was. She had heard stories of cats who ate fish and swam in rivers. She smelt fish.

Why would RiverClan be here? Palecloud said it was safe.

She ran under some brush. Thorns pierced her pelt, she knew something wasn't right.

She peeked through the bush and saw a small she-cat, almost the size of Palecloud, but looked a lot younger.

It must be an apprentice!

Thrushkit hesitated but then...

She let out a shrieking yowl. "RiverClan!" She cried. "Palecloud! Help!"

Unfortunately, this gave away her spot. The small blue-gray tabby she-cat's head whipped around, and she bared her teeth. "Who's there?!" She snapped.

Palecloud came rushing over, his light gray pelt bristling. He tasted the air and saw the RiverClan apprentice.

"What are you doing here?!" He hissed.

The she-cat growled and soon, a group of other RiverClan cats darted out of nowhere, ambushing the two ShadowClan cats.

"You can't hurt a kit!" Palecloud snapped. He recognized these cats. They were Lostspring, Dustyspeck, Sprucewillow, Loudrapid, and Birchpaw.

Lostspring smirked. "But we can hurt you," She leaped onto the tom, biting and scratching him. Thrushkit didn't want to leave, but she needed to warn her Clan.

Thrushkit ran back to camp, tired and out of breath, she wheezed. "RiverClan...ambush...attack....Palecloud..."