I do not own Warriors.
BROKENSTAR- light brown she-cat with yellow eyes
HARESCAR- ginger tom with amber eyes and a long scar down his side
RATPELT- dark russet-orange tom with amber eyes
SHORTHAZE- short-legged tabby tom with hazy gray eyes
WILLOWBERRY- soft-furred gray she-cat with big blue eyes
MINNOWCLOUD- slick gray tabby tom with river-blue eyes, half RiverClan
BIRCHFUR- light brown tom with amber eyes, Shorthaze's son
CHERRYFUR- tortoiseshell she-cat with pale brown patches and yellow eyes
BEECHFLIGHT- tall pale tabby tom with green eyes
SKUNKFLIGHT- thick black-and-white tom with green eyes
FIRETAIL- tabby tom with a bright ginger tail and green eyes
HOPEPUDDLE- thin white she-cat with gray patches and mellow blue eyes
BIRDSPRING- dark brown tabby she-cat with a distinctive spotted chest and amber eyes
RAINSNOW- gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes
FLASHNIGHT- black tom with a white muzzle and yellow eyes
BERRYFANG- ginger-and-white tom with green eyes
SANDPAW- sandy-colored tom, amber eyes
DEWPAW- dark gray she-cat, green eyes
BREEZEPAW- sleek black she-cat with shiny fur, green eyes
LEOPARDPAW- pale spotted tom, blue eyes
LIGHTNINGDROP- dark gray queen with startling yellow eyes (Mother to Flashnight's kits: Creamkit, a cream-colored tom, and Hazelkit, a light-colored she-kit)
SKYCLAW- light brown tabby queen with white chest and paws, formerly a loner called Sky, Pup's adoptive mother (Mother to Minnowcloud's kits: Streamkit, a fluffy pale gray tom, and Frostkit, a white tom)
BLACKSTORM- old black tom, Flashnight's father
MOLE-EYE- frail, blind brown-and-cream tom
COLDSTAR- dark black-and-brown tom with ornery amber eyes
DULLNIGHT- smooth-furred black tom
VOLEEYES- old brown tom with failing sight
INDIGOWHISKER- black tom with indigo-blue eyes and long whiskers
BLIZZARDTAIL- white she-cat
GRAYSTORM- gray she-cat
AMBERMASK- dark gray she-cat with a ginger head and amber eyes
SCARCLOUD- battle-scarred, mottled black tom
IVYWING- tortoiseshell she-cat with a white underbelly, chest, and paws
CREEKMEADOW- ginger tom with blue eyes
OWLLEAF- dark brown tom with a spotted chest
JAYSNOW- gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes
ROWANFALL- dark ginger tom
KESTRELFROST- brown-and-gray tom with white paws
LIONNOSE- golden tabby tom with a distinctive gold nose
TORNPAW- dark tabby tom with shredded ears
SOFTPAW- furry gray she-cat
MORNINGPAW- tortoiseshell she-cat
MOONTOOTH- silver tabby queen (Mother to Dullnight's kit: Littlekit- pale tabby tom)
LARKEAR- dark tortoiseshell queen with torn ears (Mother to Scarcloud's kits: Flowerkit- black-and-brown she-kit, Pouncekit- light ginger tom, and Blossomkit- black she-kit with blossom-shaped white patches on her pelt)
SPARROWFOOT- dark brown tabby tom
SECRETSTAR- silver tabby she-cat
THRUSHEYE- gray-brown tom with green eyes
SHALLOWFROST- dark tabby she-cat with white paws
PEBBLEFALL- gray tom with darker flecks
APPLESMOKE- light brown-and-gray she-cat
MISTYCLAW- black tom with gray claws
STREAMWHISKER- gray she-cat with long, flowing whiskers
SWEETHERB- tortoiseshell she-cat
HIDDENSCAR- gray tom with white chest and paws
ROSESTEM- white-and-cream she-cat with a pink nose
BRACKENSTRIPE- fluffy gray-brown she-cat
BOULDERPELT- dark brown tom
SILVERHEART- silvery gray-and-black tom
ASHFLAME- gray she-cat with fiery yellow eyes
TULIPPAW- pure white she-cat
YOWLPAW- talkative black tom
FINCHCHIRP- small white queen (Mother to Mistyclaw's kits: Hawkkit, a ginger tabby tom, Featherkit, a black tom, and Echokit, a black-and-white she-kit)
AMBERFACE- gray queen with amber eyes (Expecting Boulderpelt's kits)
CROWBEAK- black-and-white tom with sharp teeth, retired early due to leg injury
WHITETAIL- really old white she-cat
HONEYSTAR- friendly golden tabby tom
FREEWHISPER- light brown tabby she-cat
CLOUDFLOAT- soft white she-cat
CALMBROOK- light gray tabby she-cat
WINGFEATHER- long-haired black-and-white she-cat
ICEGLADE- white she-cat with dark brown markings around the face and ears
WHISPERBREEZE- black-and-white she-cat
GOLDENFINCH- dark ginger she-cat
SECRETHEART- thin white she-cat with brown patches
NIGHTSTEP- gray tom with black paws
SILENTECHO- gray-and-white tom
OWLSCREECH- black tom with a dark yellow muzzle
RAVENCRY- black tom with dark yellow paws
MINTPAW- ginger tabby tom
MOUNTAINDAPPLE- dark tortoiseshell queen (Mother to Honeystar's kits: Rollingkit- plump pale gray tabby tom, Bluekit- bluish tabby she-kit, and Wolfkit- bright ginger tabby she-kit)
EBONYSTRIKE- jet-black queen (Expecting Ravencry's kits)
MOONSHINE- wise old black tom
FIRESTALKER- dark gray she-cat with orange markings and blazing amber eyes
Cats outside Clans
BRACKEN- golden-brown tabby tom with blue eyes (loner)
TALLIE- pretty gray tabby she-cat, Bracken's mate (kittypet)
PUP- brown, black, and white puppy
LISSA- mostly black-and-brown she-dog with white flecks; Pup's mother
CARLY- young yellow female Labrador puppy
The pain was nearly unbearable. Mother Dog had to leave her puppies behind. She was a fairly large breed, mixed with something medium-size that had already been a mutt.
Mother had had four puppies, two males and two females. The sisters were weak, but the males were strong. Mother left the female puppies' bodies behind, and took her two sons to a new den that formerly served as an old badger burrow. However, the badgers were long gone. In their place was a few age-old droppings and stale scent.
There Mother nursed her puppies for a little under a half-moon. However, she noticed that something was wrong with one of her offspring. He dragged himself around long after his brother started walking. While his brother progressed, grew, and flourished, he struggled. Eventually Mother realized that he would never be able to walk. If he couldn't walk, he couldn't hunt or start a safe life on his own. So, one night that dreadful leaf-bare, Mother killed the crippled puppy and ate him with her last son. There had been nothing else but rabbit skin from leaf-fall and berries to eat for them to eat.
Another moon passed. By then Mother had moved her and her son, whom she had indifferently named Pup, to another home, to rid them of the memory of their third loss. This new place was nestled among the roots of a large oak tree. It was much more welcoming, even including pre-dug burrows in the earth under the tree (which was supported by its roots, lifted up from the ground a bit like a beach house on stilts).
It smelled as though the burrows had never been lived in. Mother happily carried Pup by the scruff of his neck into a small yet comfortable burrow on the far end of the large tree area. There they lived peacefully for a quarter-moon until havoc struck.
It was in the middle of the night. After a rare feast of a sizeable hare, the mother and son pair was snuggled together in the tight burrow, bellies full and eyes closed. Even Mother, for once, wasn't as alert as she usually was.
It was an unfortunate night to not be alert.
Meanwhile, a wildfire-red fox with snow-white paws crept through the bushes near the great oak tree without a sound. Ears pricked, the tips just visible above the bush the fox was crouching behind, a sound was heard. Back in the burrow, Pup had just rolled over onto his other side, facing his mother's soft underbelly. Soft, exposed underbelly.
The fox took a chance and stepped forward uncertainly again. She had a litter of her own, and her kits were about a moon older then Pup. They were starved and certainly had not had a hare meal for ages. Mother Fox was determined to find something to eat, hare or no hare.
She took another daring step closer to the oak tree. Among its enlarged roots were several burrows, and she scanned each one with interest, each time her sharp gaze one space closer to where Mother and Pup slept.
The fox's black, dog-like nose snuffled along the path of hare blood and strands of white and black dog fur which she was following. Suddenly she stopped at the sound of gentle breathing and faint snoring. She glanced up, and her heart immediately started beating faster with relief and joy. She had found her next supper.
In the warm, snug burrow, Pup suddenly awoke from a dream. He had been chasing a hare, with his mother just on his tail. He sighed happily, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he leaned his little head back onto his mother's steadily rising and falling chest. Suddenly his nerves were alive, buzzing like a squirrel running for its life from a predator.
Pup sat up straight and tall and perked up his ears. He could hear the sound of another animal in the distance. Pup's nostrils were clogged with the smell of the hare and its blood, along with his mother's and his own scents. He couldn't pick up anything unusual.
Well, I better just go outside and check real quickly, just to be sure. I bet it's just some leaves rustling. That's all it is.
The young canine inched out of the den and looked around wildly. His gander didn't help him one bit. Pup returned to his mother's side, but he still felt unsure. He finally decided to go to his last resort- although he knew very well from painful past experiences that his mother hated to be woken up in the middle of a nap or the night.
Pup nudged his mother's chest with his nose. He felt her heartbeat through his muzzle and was instantly warmed all over, but quickly urgency and fear swept him back to reality. "Mother," he whispered. He tapped her again with his cold, wet nose lightly. "Mother, please wake up." His voice grew more urgent with each word.
"Mmm," Mother lifted her head and stared at him, her brown smudged face dark in the dim light. "Pup, you know I-"
"I know, Mother, but I feel there is an intruder outside." Pup was confident enough to interrupt Mother, and he knew she was already irritated. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut in again. "I'm not joking. You have a stronger nose. Can't you-"
Suddenly, a sharp screech erupted like a volcano in the air. This jolted Mother awake, and she sat, muscles tensed, listening. "We must evacuate," she murmured. "Pup, come with me."
Pup stumbled after his mother, surprised that he still had his fur on, he was so scared. Mother wouldn't stop moving, and soon she broke into a run. "A fox," she informed her son over her shoulder. "And it's on our heels."
The dogs scrambled continuously, but before long Pup felt his short, stubby legs becoming tired and weak. He felt as though he could run no longer. But he knew that he couldn't slow down.
Just then, another wail echoed in the atmosphere. Pup jumped nearly three times his height in the air. Then he closed his eyes and ran into the misty dawn, unstoppable.
Then he opened his eyes. He was under the shade of a weeping willow tree. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, ready to rise for the day.
Pup felt like weeping just like the tree, though, because Mother was nowhere to be seen.
She was gone.
Sorry for crappy prologue.