Warriors: the Sixth Clan

an alternate dimension Warriors head canon;
adult gore but with all the good old fashioned warriors vibes :)
~currently unfinished~

<<<The light grew dim with a crackling, foggy, sensation and Shadowfang's fur stood further on end than it ever had before. Soft mewling and rustling mingled with the burbling river; it instilled a pang of fear in him.
He had not realized how far he had come.
Standing stone-still, ears pricking and listening, his tongue tasted with laser focus. His paws trembled ever-so-slightly.
"What shall... with the ... blood rat?" He strained to hear and felt his stomach grow cold.
"Later, when... Mapleshade, how goes... ThunderClan?" A filthy, rasping voice scrawled its way through the air. It made Shadowfang's belly churn and roil in a nauseous way. He crept silently closer, forcing his limbs to move.
"They found the body.. Sire." The reply shocked Shadowfang to the core. He knew that voice. That soft, flirting tone. But.
Why did it sound so wrong? So warped and... nightmarish? Mintfur?
Shadowfang's heart began to pound, loudly, outside of his chest. He struggled to keep his breathing under control. He recognized her voice, his tongue tasted her scent and yet, it made Shadowfang want to spit and retch the flavor out of his mouth. What is she doing here??
"...Well, find out how." The straining voice pulsed with quiet, decaying malice. It must be something evil. A creature of the Dark Forest no doubt. He shivered. No, that's not.. that can't be possible. The Dark Forest isn't real.
Making a quick decision, he slipped through the reeds and moved even closer, freakish curiosity driving him towards this unknown danger. He set his paws down at a snail's pace, one after the other, until he could peek around a cattail blade to see inside of the RiverClan camp.
The sight shocked him harder than anything he had ever seen before. >>>