Breezecloud's Destiny

Prolouge

As the silver, gleaming moon rose higher into the starry night sky, many cats gathered beneath a large, high rock. After a short while, the floor around the rock was no longer visible as Thunderclan's warriors covered it. A golden tabby she-cat glared at the assembled cats and sat tall, with her long back stretched. "Cats of Thunderclan," the tabby called out. "As we all know, at the last gathering Riverclan declared a battle with us in seven moonhigh's time. That time has come far too quickly, as it is only a short while until the moon reaches its highest point in our sky. We need to prepare quickly for what might hit us." The Thunderclan cats listened silently, with their faces showing they were both very angry and quite terrified. A smaller cat leaped onto the rock and sat himself next to the golden tabby. "Your words are very wise, Flamestar." He replied to his leader's speech. Soon after, the cats departed and helped their clan get ready for the battle. Thunderclan's medicine cat, Sunpetal, prepared her poultice and herbs for when the battle was over and many cats may need her care.

Finally, moonhigh arrived. The Thunderclan warriors stood outside their camp, they had their bodies lowered into a crouch and their haunches ready to  pounce. Flamestar ordered some of them to return to camp and protect the elders, queens and medicine cat who were not in the right state to fight. Riverclan's scent began to fill the forest, and many of their warriors were soon spotted. The Thunderclan cats charged at the enemy clan, with their claws unsheathed and jaws snarled. The Riverclan cats lunged at Thunderclan, pining several cats down to the floor and ripping their fur.

A ginger Thunderclan Tom named Mapletail stood in the middle of the battle, so shocked and confused that he couldn't move a muscle. I have to do this! He thought, with the loyalty of a strong warrior. I have to try. As soon as Mapletail felt ready to pounce on a Riverclan intruder who was nearby, an enemy she-cat hissed in his ear. Before the Ginger Tom could process that he had company, the she-cat grabbed hold of his body and clawed at his chest fur. Mapletail tried to flip her over, but she was too strong. All of a sudden, Mapletail recognised his enemy's sent and pelt, It was his old friend, Braverunner. He looked into her eyes and saw no sign that she remembered him at all. As he stopped fighting and thought for a second, Braverunner bit his throat with her strong jaws. Mapletail lay there, unmoving, as his chest fur began to stain red. Mapletail's apprentice, Wolfpaw, ran over to him with her eyes wide with horror. She saw Mapletail's eyes close as he took his last breath. The Ginger Tom was full of pain and sorrow. I am very sorry Brightlight, please take care of our kits.