A DARK CLOUD — A Warriors Fanfiction ——————————- Hello! Welcome to Chapter one of a Warriors series I am currently writing, A Dark Cloud! New chapters come out every Saturday, however this one is coming out early because I think I’ll be very busy on Saturday. Characters (mentioned or shown) - Cloudstar [ fluffy long-haired white she-cat with a nicked ear and brown eyes ] Badgerleap [ scruffy long-haired gray tom with yellow eyes and a white ring around his face. clawed-off tail, a few old wounds on his legs ] Stareye [ beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with brown eyes and a long, fluffy tail and short fur ] Frostheart [ lilac and gray tabby Molly with long fur and yellow eyes ] Snowfoot [ gray molly with shining blind eyes and a wounded back left leg ] ———— Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/724724339/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/719939842/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/719939842/ Story is below \/ ———— I’m honestly proud of the drawing on this one lol This chapter is long lol, I know. I had to stop it at at the part where she says her name because Scratch said it was too long- sorry lol The next chapter will explain most of the things that are next. Shared August 8th, 7:34 a.m.
CHAPTER ONE ———————— It was a snowy, awfully cold sun-high. Almost no cat had gone out of the lukewarm cave, and food was running low. “Badgerleap,” a sudden voice spoke, scaring Badgerleap into whipping around with his back pointed towards the ceiling and his claws unsheathed. “Oh. Frostheart.” he gave a sigh, calming himself and sheathing his cut claws. “How may I help you?” The lilac she paused, studying her deputy. He looked as if he would fall down in an instant if he were to close his eyes longer than a second. “Badgerleap,” the tabby cleared her throat, raising her tail up into a curl. “I’ve noticed the prey’s gone low, but no one’s tending to it. The kits are cold and starving, Badgerleap, and so are the sick patients the medicine cat has to heal.” A silence hung in the air while the drowsy tom let himself sink in his thoughts. “Frostheart, I’m afraid the medicine cat will have to deal with numerous sick cats if we send anybody outside.” He flicked his tail at Frostheart, and began to walk towards the entrance. He sat down, watching the plump snowflakes fall to the ground. Frostheart sat beside him. “You can see clearly,” Badgerleap meowed, “that it is snowing pretty hard out there. The mountain is steep. We cannot have any cats getting sick, or slipping off their paws and down the mountain.” Frostheart watched the outside for a moment. It would be a shame if some cat got hurt or sick while hunting for the Clan, but it would be even more a tragedy if a kit or even one of the Clan’s warriors began to starve and die from the lack of prey. The snowflakes landed on the bitter-cold mountain, forming into a million specks of white dust that began to cover the mountain top. “I think we should let Cloudstar decide what we should do,” the molly wavered. “She’ll know whether to keep us in or let us out.” She got up on her paws, starting towards the leader’s den. Badgerleap followed, heaving another sigh. Frostheart entered the den. No cat was in the den, only a ruffled nest and multiple claw marks on the den’s walls. “Cloudstar?” she asked. No white cat appeared. Frostheart, obviously confused, turned and walked out of the den. “Badgerleap,” Frostheart huffed, catching the zoned-out tom’s attention, “Cloudstar isn’t in her den. Have you seen her anywhere else?” Badgerleap took a second to process Cloudstar’s absence. He coughed, finally mewing, “I—no, I haven’t seen her. We could probably find her pretty easily. She /does/ have that white fur that almost shines.” The two cats left the den, only to be interrupted by a warrior. “Badgerleap,” the warrior yowled, panting, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. There’s a strange cat that just ran in our cave. She’s collapsed on the floor, and the medicine cat is taking care of her. Come—Snowfoot wanted me to come get you.” The warrior glanced over to Frostheart, then trotted off. The two cats followed. The warrior was right—in the foyer of the cave laid a tortoiseshell cat, with Snowfoot crouched down beside her. “Snowfoot,” Badgerleap asked delicately, “what’s going on?” Before Snowfoot could answer, a young apprentice stepped up. “Badgerleap, you should’a seen it! This cat,” the apprentice looked in the tortoiseshell’s direction, then back to Badgerleap, “ran straight in here all hurt. A few warriors—and me!—went over and threatened her to see what she was doin’ in our cave. Then she yelled something, and fell! Then I went and got Snowfoot.” Badgerleap glanced over to the medicine cat, looking to see if the story was true. Unfortunately, it was. Frostheart, intrigued, poked the cat gently with a paw. Before Snowfoot could lecture the tabby for doing so, the cat raised her head promptly and gasped. The cat coughed and blinked. Despite Snowfoot’s yowls to give the poor molly some space, Badgerleap bombarded the young she with questions. “Who are you? Where do you come from? What’s your name? Why are you here? Why did you run into our cave? Are you alright? What happened?” Snowfoot glared at Badgerleap. The cat could only cough out a small “no” but to none of the questions. “Give her time,” Snowfoot demanded, “let her know where she is and then maybe by then she’ll be better. Where’s Cloudstar?” The blind molly was disregarded and every cat began to surround the tortoiseshell. Frostheart moved her way through the confused crowd of the Clan and crouched in front of the molly. “Hello,” she whispered, afraid to look into the cat’s wide, panicky eyes. The cat was pretty, Frostheart noticed, prettier than any cat she knew of. “You’re in CloudClan, upon a mountain. It’s snowing. Badgerleap may not like it that you busted in here, but I don’t think so. It’s cold out there, you could have froze. My leader, Cloudstar, isn’t here right now, but I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” The cat coughed, forming a few words. “Star,” she mumbled. “Eye. Star—,” then another cough, “eye.”
