Chapter One: The Rogues
I was out hunting, scenting the air for any prey. I never knew they were out there. Those ruthless killers. I had heard stories from my mama when I was only a young kit, barely able to walk about. She'd said that they only ate the bodies of their kills, and dranks the blood they shed. She'd said they didn't know love, serenity, hope...all they lived for was death. Blood. Violence. Hate. The name of this horrid group of cats was FearClan. But the Clans had wiped them out. They were gone. Forever. I believed her. Until later that day.
I had a tasty rat by the time I had finished hunting. Nothing else had been caught. I was not the best hunter in my Clan, really, but I still knew how to make a perfect kill...I just need to work on my stalking, I suppose. The rat hanging dead in my jaws, I scampered back to camp, eager to show Fadefur my catch. He's a pretty good looking cat. His eyes are pure blue, and it's so easy to get lost in that amazing gaze. Not like I have any feelings for him. How bizarre would that be? I froze when I heard voices in Rainstar, the leader,'s den. A deep, fear-inflicting growl, followed by the familiar voice of my leader. The growl again. I heard pawsteps, and sucked in my breath as a muscular, broad-shouldered tom with large paws and a slightly wild and untamed gleam to his eyes walked out, Rainstar close behind. Another tom, black-and-white, was there, but I didn't fear him. The way Rainstar didn't look irritated with him, it seemed she trusted him, and if she trusts a cat, I do too. But Rainstar looked different today. Battle ready. I didn't like it. Battles were scary. Bloodshed everywhere. Shouts of medicine cats calling for assistance. Yowls of pain...and possible deaths. I saw Fadefur watching. He looked interested, so I tried to as well. I sat straight and tall, my pelt groomed for once, and my full attention locked onto the fight. Little did I know that this would end horribly for both of us, Fadefur and I....
I had a tasty rat by the time I had finished hunting. Nothing else had been caught. I was not the best hunter in my Clan, really, but I still knew how to make a perfect kill...I just need to work on my stalking, I suppose. The rat hanging dead in my jaws, I scampered back to camp, eager to show Fadefur my catch. He's a pretty good looking cat. His eyes are pure blue, and it's so easy to get lost in that amazing gaze. Not like I have any feelings for him. How bizarre would that be? I froze when I heard voices in Rainstar, the leader,'s den. A deep, fear-inflicting growl, followed by the familiar voice of my leader. The growl again. I heard pawsteps, and sucked in my breath as a muscular, broad-shouldered tom with large paws and a slightly wild and untamed gleam to his eyes walked out, Rainstar close behind. Another tom, black-and-white, was there, but I didn't fear him. The way Rainstar didn't look irritated with him, it seemed she trusted him, and if she trusts a cat, I do too. But Rainstar looked different today. Battle ready. I didn't like it. Battles were scary. Bloodshed everywhere. Shouts of medicine cats calling for assistance. Yowls of pain...and possible deaths. I saw Fadefur watching. He looked interested, so I tried to as well. I sat straight and tall, my pelt groomed for once, and my full attention locked onto the fight. Little did I know that this would end horribly for both of us, Fadefur and I....