Warriors- Spirit Sights vision

Everything Moves. Prologue.

Whoosh.
Crunch.
The deafening sounds echoed through Ravens Shadow's ears as the wind rushed past her body. Dead, soulless white eyes followed her down, getting farther and farther away as her body fell faster and faster. The crunch, emitting and echoing through the gorge, as she crashed back first into a dead tree. The branches creaked, and moaned, before snapping away, the dark furred shecat falling farther into the rocks. If it weren't for that tree, she'd be dead, or even paralyzed. The shecat felt pain striking her paws, legs, and shoulders, body aching she managed to stand to her paws.

"Ravens Shadow. You must stop avoiding your death. It is unavoidable." The blind leaders voice blared down to her, two cats standing on either side of him. Dusted Moon, and Leaf Leap, were large brutish toms, two who had joined the group after its fall. The shecat shifted her paws against the hard ground, small pebbles feeling like thorns in her pads. "It's over Spirit Sight. The stars no longer shine on this group. Your ideas are wrong!" Her voice echoed up throughout the gorge, which had been shelled out by a long gone river.

   The grey and brown tabby leader just laughed quietly. "Pure Raven'. You should have better hope in what I plan. We will be stronger than anything coming our way. Even you. You cannot destroy what I am hoping to achieve!" His voice raised, howling above the trees. The shecat crouched lowly, as his two guards started bounding down the ledges into the gorge after her. Ravens Shadow took a few painful paw steps backwards, before spinning around on her paws, and darting across the gorge. The sun hot rocks like flames against her scarred pads. One of the toms easily caught up with the dark furred cat, who was obviously still pained by her fall. The tom slammed her into the ground, his heavy smoke coloured body pinning her with ease. "No longer fast and light are you, stupid female." Dusted Moon snarled, his large claws unsheathes against her shoulders.

   Ravens Shadow tensed, her heart fluttering against her chest. The other tom, Leaf Leap, was a large mottled tortoiseshell, with eyes a bright green. He cackled quietly. "I want her tongue, and liver. " he wheezed, his eyes wild with just. Raven let out a low growl, as the brother pinning her down, laughed at his kin. "They are yours. Spirit Sight wishes her to be dead, why not feast?" The tom leaned to give the shecat a killing bite, but the rumbling of s rock distracted him. A large shadow leaped out at them, masked by the bright sun as it leaped at the two brothers.

   Spirit Sight turned his blind gaze from the gorge, whisking his tail at his body guards Leaf Leap and Dusted Moon. "Finish her." He growled, before lifting his white eyes to another cat near by. "Red Fur, walk with me." The leader ordered, flicking his long grey and brown striped tail. A russet red tabby tom took place next to Spirit Sight, they quiet paw steps matching and syncing together with ease. "One less righteous brain in the group. Where are we with the resistance? It's about time we stop them too. We need to be at our strongest." Red Fur spoke loudly, the complete opposite of how quietly he had been walking.

"Hush hush, Red Fur. We soon will take over the whole forest. Cats strong enough to take down trees. " the wistful blind tom laughed quietly, his whiskers trembling. The russet red tom halted in his tracks, gazing at the trees with a rather suspicious sight. "Why would we never need to take down trees?" He growled lowly, flexing his claws into the dirt. Spirit Sight groaned in exasperation, whacking the heftier tom across the head. "You brute. It was a metaphor."

Across the territory, crossing two rivers and an angry fox nest, laid a group of care free cats. They rested on the side of a lake, near a hillside and a giant badgers nest. A small cat, no older than a year, was bounding across a set of rocks by the lake side. An older ginger tabby watching with curiosity. " Lighter on your paws, Day Fade. " he called out, watching as the shecat huffed with every leap. A group of six or seven older cats came rushing by, yowling their chant. "We will fight! We will fight!" The younger cat blinded off the rocks, watching the older cats with joy and bewilderment. "We will fight!" She called out with excitement. "Those rogues will pay!" She yowled loudly, bouncing on her paws. The ginger tabby let out a loud hiss, ears flattening against his head. "Those rogues used to be family! They will not pay. We will not attack them."
We will fight for what was ours
But we will not attack them. We will defend ourselves. Defend ourselves against our own family, our own friends, those who Spirit Sight transformed into ruthless killers.