I absolutely love the warrior cat books written by Erin hunter and I have decided to make my own story.
I apologise for not being able to write more quickly, the chapters take a long time.
Comments are welcome.
Autocorrect might be a problem for a while as I use my iPad a lot of the time so try to ignore it.
Blurb/Back story thing:
Long ago the four great Clans faught; ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan and WindClan. To this day, the history of the fight is seen as a Legend amoung the remaining Clans, retold on stormy nights to give the kits nightmares. No one knows who won the Legendary Battle, but after the battles of the Clans, the leaders joined (Thunder and Shadow, Wind and River), creating the new and striving Clans, FireClan and IceClan.
The Clans moved to a new teritory - as far away from Twolegs as they could posibly get - until they found a little valley with only a couple of Twoleg nests. Medicine cats were cast aside, little to no importance now that StarClan had became a myth of the past, lost on the long journey. The only need for them now was healing. The warrior code slowly fades over the seasons, becoming less and less important, only just at the back of every cats mind. No gatherings take place anymore - there was nothing much to say anyway. Kits are born in New-leaf, elders die in Leaf-bare. Prey is lush and never few, even in Leaf-bare. No cat has crossed the borders, not even the cheekiest of kits. well, that was, until now . . .
Prolog thingy:
Water drips from an unknown source down from a pointed rock and falls, rippling the smooth surface of the pool. Tendrils of mist wrap their icy fingers around trees, white as bone. Dew glitters in the moon light and stars glisten on an old tabby tom as he gazes into a crystal clear pool that seemed not to have a bottom. A slim ginger Tom slinks out of the shadows of the undergrowth and sits down beside the old tabby with his tail curled around his paws. Moments pass before the old toms voice breaks the silence. 'Amberstar,' he says and after a moment he turns to look at the newcomer. 'I glad you are here, it has been generations since a cat joined us.' Amberstar gazes into the pool a moment longer before turning to face the old tabby. 'My clan is becoming less and less faithful every moon, Sagewhisker, I think it is time.' Sagewhisker looks at Amberstar, considering what he just said. 'So do I.' He mews finally before turning back to the pool.
Moons seem to pass before he speaks again 'I will send our most faithful follower a prophecy.' He mews as he turns back to Amberstar. Amberstar nods in return and looks back to the pool as Sagewhisker climbs to his old paws and pads across the clearing and into the undergrowth, leaving Amberstar sitting alone by the pool.
Territory is coming soon.