My Random Fanfic. ^.^

[Fallingmoon]

-This is my little story based of Warriors everything, except the actual writing and plot line, is Erin hunter's-

Night of the Wanderer



Prologue

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thick fog wound around the trees, tall and translucent. The trees where in full-leaf, mostly oak[/center] but there where some other types, like Dog-wood and Pine. The bushes where so thick, and with the fog and the darkness of night, it was almost invisable. Soft paw-steps sounded from a patch of thorn-bushes, followed by a small yelp that sounded loudly through the dark and silent night,
"OW!" The voice muttered darkly, then a lithe black shape seemed to appear from the thorn bushes. "I swear if I step on another thorn My pads will become a thorn." She muttered as she limped almost blindly toward the other end. Her black ears flicked up in surprise as she herd a twig snap loudly behind her. "Who goes there?" She demanded, turning her head. Nothing but the Erie silence answered. She cautiously turned her head back to her trail, her green eyes watching behind her, ears flitted back to catch whatever made the twig crack. The sound echoed again and she whipped around, but the noise hadn't come from where she had originally herd it, it came from the side. She flattened her ears and head down, but eyes level to the brush, she walked swiftly toward where she was originally wanting to go. she stepped on another thorn and hissed crossly, then the shadows moved. She widened her eyes and raced ahead, but two eyes glinted ahead of her and she bumped into a huge black shape, slightly bigger than her. Her eyes where his chin-level, so she looked up and her fur fluffed up. His blue eyes glinted menacingly and she whipped her head around, ready to sprint away, but she saw more eyes, green, blue, gold, yellow and icy blue. The shadows fluttered and more black pelts emerged. She widened her eyes, straining to see the ones farthest away through the fog. The rattling of leaves made her jump and above black cats crouched like black leopards, their multi-colored eyes glinting. Nightwing, the black cat who had run into them, screeched with fear, lifting her paws to run, blood smeared on her paw and under her from the thorns. Everything went black as her green eyes closed after a giant black paw slammed into her head, claws carefully sheathed.

Chapter one

A warm breeze gently tugged at the leaves of the trees, barley enough power to

shake them. The grasses under the trees shook and bent like a river, and the massive bushes' leaves swirled and tugged at the wind. Everything glistened in the sunlight, from the dew and rain that had fallen and formed on them. The warm wind blew off a lot of the rainwater and large dew drops, but quit allot still clung the leaves. A mouse shook itself on the ground, it's pelt it clumps from the water. It hurried to clean and warm itself, it had scramble into the dappled sunlight and was drying it's brown furry self. Unknowing death stalked it's little paw-steps it rushed on. Two eyes gleamed from the bushes and tall grass, shadows enveloped it. The creature stalked closer, silently closer and every owl-silent step brought the mouse's life shorter. The creature reveled it self, it's dark shadow was carefully behind him and the wind blew in it's dark brown face. The mouse stopped and raised it's head, something was wrong. The cat wriggled his haunches and lept, paws bringing down the mouse before it could move and a swift and hard bite to the neck finished it's life before it could realize what was happening. The tabby raised his head in triumph and carried the limp brown body into the bushes toward a small place where dirt and leaves had recently been upturned. He carefully sniffed a bird and couple of mice he had caught and buried. The brown cat tasted the air, then dug up his prey and carried it with him into the direction of the moorland. Soon he had reached a ravine that smelled strongly of cat. He turned and walked down the ravine, slipping through a dense thorny tunnel and out into a sandy clearing. Cats of all colors and sizes where mewing and grooming one another, sleeping or eating. The tabby blinked and walked over to a small pile of prey, dropping his prey onto it.
"Good job Blackstripe!" Mewed a tortoiseshell she-cat, walked to give to him, "That will feed every apprentice, you can choose first if you like." Blackstripe jumped and looked at the tortoiseshell in embarrassment,
"Thank you Patchedstar." Blackstripe, the dark tabby, mewed as he took a rabbit that looked as if it had just eaten every herb and leaf in the forest. Patchedstar dipped her head and grabbed a smaller rabbit, it's brown and white fur dusty as if caught in the sand, and trotted over to a small cluster of cats. "Hi Patchedstar! Mewed an orange she-cat, her blue eyes bright.
"Good afternoon, Flamepelt, Darkwing." Patchedstar purred as she settled beside the black she-cat, Darkwing who held a half-eaten finch between her paws. The smaller silver tabby tabby squeaked,
"Good afternoon Patchedstar! How is the prey running?" Skypaw's kit-like mew announced she was still a young apprentice, but her bounding energy setting her off as the youngest, but she was actually almost ready to become a warrior. Patchedstar laughed and mewed,
"I am great thank you." She then ate her rabbit along with every other who seemed half-starved but looked as full-fed as a kittypet. After a while she asked Flamepelt, who had only just recently helped out Skypaw and Mousepaw, the only apprentices, clean out the elder's den. "Would like to lead a patrol along the RiverClan border?" Flamepelt almost looked surprised, since Patchedstar never chose her to alone to go along the RiverClan border because of her recent quarrel with a patrol.
"Er, sure Patchedstar! Is it ok if I bring Ravenwing and Mousepaw?" Patchedstar dipped her head,
"Sure. I will go and see if I can catch a few mice." She shook up, and gracefully walked toward the thorn tunnel, ears pricked. She slipped out of the tunnel with ease but when she got to the top of the ravine she jumped a sound and turned her head. A glimpse of black fur was all she saw and the faint smell of mouse. I hope Nightwing comes back soon. she though to herself, her bed was cool and no cat has seen her since last night. She probably went on a midnight hunt and got a litle carried away.