A white tom stared down at his leader's cold and unmoving figure, his face stern and serious. His sister padded up next to him, a short cream and brown tabby with big amber eyes. "Milkpaw..? Are you alright?" The she-cat asked, sitting next to the apprentice tom. He sighed before nodding, looking back at his sister. "I am, Honeypaw... I am." Milkpaw answered, licking the top of her head.
"How are we going to stop all of this?" Honeypaw suddenly asked, her tail curling over her feet as she stared up at the tall and short-furred white tom. "I don't know, but... there has to be some way to fix this..." He said, looking around him and scanning his clanmates. "There has to be..." The tom said, a hint of fear showing in his voice.
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The forest was dark, even though the sun was high in the sky. Riley's paws padded through the dark marsh of the deep forest, not leaving any trace of her as she walked. The angered she-cat growled to herself, mumbling in a frustrated manner as she went through, the fog surrounding her transparent figure. She heard voices and stopped, sniffing the musty air with her mouth slightly open. Her black eyes scanned the area as she looked back and forth, seeing a movement in the bushes to her right. She saw it dart away as soon as she looked over and she froze, seeing two red eyes in the dark gray-green leaves of the bushes. The creature suddenly leaped out at her and she shrieked, pinned under it. She looked up to see...
(Cliffhanger! I am so sorry guys, but this will be worth it, I promise! I also apologize for the shortness of the chapter, but at least we have two more characters added in! See ya'll tomorrow.
~Author)
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The Tables have Turned (Warrior Cats)
FantasyWarriors is owned by the Erin Hunter group. The cats and any Clans mentioned here are meant to be created by me. Any relations to cats owned by others are pure coincidence. The Clans are being attacked by a deadly cat that haunts dreams, appearing b...
