I wrote a Warriors lake-side story. It's unfinished, so this is just the prologue. I'm also new to this community, but I'm a huge Warriors fan! I would love any feedback about my story!
The ground shook as a large group of cats raced past, sending a mouse scuttling into its hole. Starlight shone from above, making the gold and amber leaf-covered ground light enough to see easily. A group of cats all sizes and colours burst out of a bush. At the head of the group was a tall calico she-cat. The group of cats raced through the forest, narrowly avoiding trees, rocks and bushes. The group of cats slowed to a stop once they were about a tail length from a big, glistening lake with a little island in the middle, with a tree that had fallen over, making a bridge to the island. The she-cat angled her ears towards the island. She could hear the chattering of many cats. Mixed cat scents wafted towards her as she parted her mouth. The she turned to the fallen tree and started sprinting across the tree. It was slippery, but the she-cat managed to race across it with the large group of cats right behind her. The she-cat leapt off the bridge, barely touching the ground with her paws, then springing over the bushes that surrounded the island. She landed on the ground with a thump, making dust fly up around her. There were more cats on the island. They turned to look at her as her warriors started appearing from the bushes. “Show-off.” Purred a muscular Tom as he strode towards her. By now the rest of the cats had gone back to talking to each other. “Hardly the best I can do in Owlflight.” She replied as she strutted towards an old, moss-covered tree, sitting in the middle of the clearing. The leaves were swirling down, caught on a frosty leaf-fall breeze. Four cats were sitting on it. “You’re late Wrenstar,” grumbled a grey tom with yellow eyes. “As always.” He finished. “You’re late too sometimes, Stonestar,” Wrenstar replied, staring at him with her crystal blue eyes. Stonestar muttered something under his breath that Wrenstar couldn’t catch. Wrenstar nodded greetings to the three other cats on the tree, Birchstar, leader of Windclan, a slender tortie tom, Fallingstar, leader of Riverclan, a sleek grey she-cat, and Eaglestar, leader of Thunderclan, a muscular Brown and white tom, as she leapt onto a branch, slightly lower than the rest. The full moon shone down on the clearing, their warrior ancestors watching them. “Shall we begin?” Stonestar impatiently asked. “Very well,” Birchstar replied. Wrenstar let out a loud caterwaul, gathering the cat's attention. Wrenstar stood up, digging her claws into the branch she had been sitting on to balance herself. “Cats of the clans,” She began, “I am sad to inform you that Mistystar is dead, and as her deputy, I have taken her place as clan leader. My deputy is Owlflight. I have been to the Moonpool and received my nine lives and name from Starclan.” There were a few gasps of shock and murmurs as cats talked to each other in the clearing below. Wrenstar couldn’t quite make out the voices below. “Her clan grieves for her.” She finished solemnly. Her eyes welled up with tears as she thought about her leader, clanmate, and best friend. Wrenstar’s hair stood on end as out of the corner of her eye, she saw Stone Star smirking softly. Did he think she was weak for caring? Stupid Mouse-brain, She thought to herself Stonestar would never intend to harm Skyclan, or any clan! Would he?... She left her thoughts there, as Stonestar stood up, announcing “Shadowclan is stronger than ever. Prey is plentiful in the marsh, and no cat in Shadowclan will go hungry.” His eyes darted to Wrenstar. Was he… challenging her?
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