Warriors: New Land || Book one, Journey

The clearing was dark, the forest silent and the tensions high. Nothing seemed to move, or make a sound. But in the middle of the lake, sat an island. A long fallen tree served as a bridge leading to long, winding moors. On the island were three large groups of cats, rushing around to chatter to each other worriedly. Dread hung over all their heads. A large brown tabby hissed, staring at a white she-cat. "What will the leaders do?" The she-cat frowned. "I hope nothing drastic." She meowed. Another gray tom a little ways away was staring at the log bridge, eyes wide and desperate. "They can't just be gone!" He meowed. A lighter gray tom meowed from his side. "The rumors cannot be true... Starclan, no." Horror flicked inside his green eyes. A she-cat raced through the worried crowd, her eyes wide as she finally found a few cats. "They can't just be /gone/!" One of them spoke as she neared. "It's impossible! And to some pathetic bee stings!?" He spat. The she-cat shook her head. There was no way, she thought. Slowly, she looked towards the giant oak tree that sat upon their small island. Inside the branches and leaves, were three cats. On their foreheads or chests sat star-like markings. They were arguing, it seemed.