WindClan: Into The Mountains

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WARRIORS
INTO THE MOUNTAINS
Book One: Into The Mountains
Book Two: tba!
Book Three: tba!
Book Four: tba!
Book Five: tba!
Book Six: tba!
book cover coming soon (requests are open!)
AUTHORS
Writer: Selcentered-a writer of this novel
Editor: Selcentered-an editor of this novel
Storyline Creators: Selcentered is the creator of this Storyline.
ALLEGIANCES
WINDCLAN
!WARNING, THIS IS MADE UP, THESE CATS DO NOT EXIST!
Leader:
 Poppy'star-slim light-brown she-cat with daker splotches and a Heterochromia.
Deputy: Nightwish-pure black coated she-cat with grey eyes.
Co Deputy: //-//
Medicine Cat:
Wintercarol-large white slender tom with icy blue eyes
Medicine Cat Apprentice: //-//
Senior Warriors: //-//
Warriors:
Coyotewind-slim tan and dark-grey she-cat with long legs
Fallowpool-sleek solid blue she-cat with green eyes
Draftfoot-long-haired white and red bicolored tom-cat with blue eyes
Hazeltail-slender dark bron tom-cat with hazel coloured eyes
Apprentices:
Blossompaw-thin ginger-and-white she-cat with green eyes
Wolfpaw-sleek nattle-scarred grey tom with icy blue eyes
Kits: //-//
Queens: Littledawn-small beige-coloured she-cat with short tail and yellow eyes
Elders: Deadfoot- ragged black-and-white tom with missing foot
PROLOGUE
Orange flames lapped at the cold air, throwing sparks up into the night sky. The firelight flickered across a wasteland of ragged grass, making silhouettes of the Twolegs huddled there. A pair of white lights appeared in the distance, heralding the approach of a monster. It roared past on a Thinderpath that rose high into the sky, filling the air withsour fumes. At the edge of the wasteland, a cat moved, its eyes glinting in the shaodws. Pointed ears twitched, then flattened against the noise. More cats followed one by one, onto the filthy grass. They carried their tails low and sniffed the bitter air with their lips curled.
"What if one of the Twolegs see up?" hissed one of the cats. A large she-cat answered, her eyes like multi-coloured disks reflecting the firelight. "They won't, because their night-sight is so much weaker than ours." As she padded forwards the flmaes lit up the brown and tand fur on her powerful shoulders. She held her long tail straight up, sending a message of courage to her Clan.
But the others stayed crouched low in the grass, their tails staying low with them. This was a strange place to them. The ear-splitting noice of the monstors on the Thunderpath batting off of their sentitive ear fur, and the arcid stench stung their nostrils. 
"Poppystar? Why have we come here?" A brown queen flicked her tail uneasily. The tan and brown muscular she-cat spun around, "Because of what Wintercarol had said to use about StarClan telling him about the prophecy, Littledawn. Prehaps we can rest here for a half-moon," she meowed.
"Rest? In this crowfood-ridden place? We'll all die!" Littledawn spat at her.
"But we aren't save at home," came another voice. A slim tan and dark-grey she-cat pushed his way forward past the other cats. She held Poppystar's gaze. "We can't even protect out own territory from dogs," she spat, "Not even in our own camp!" 
Anxious yowls and growls came from some of the cats as they remembered the terrible news that Wintercarol had broke out to them in their home in the uplands, at the edge of the forest. A young apprentice wailed: "The dogs might be hunting us down right now!"
The cry had alerted one fo the Twolegs around the fire. It stood up uneasily, glancing around for a few moments, staring into the shadows. At once, the cats fell silently, crouching lower, while Poppystar's tail-tip lashed with uneasyness.
Littledawn gave a sharp glance at Poppystar, untils he returned her gaze with a message of meaning of her to stay quiet. "Keep quiet." Poppystar hissed as she flicked her tail to her Clan.
The Twoleg at the fire spat onto the ground and sat back down. 
All the cats, including Poppystar, waited for a few moments 
Once Poppystar had rose to her paws again, the rest of the cats stood too, including Littledawn, "Poppystar," Her voice sounded more stern with nervousness, "What are we going to eat? I don't smell any prey around here, and you have apprentices and warriors, aswell as queens, to fill."
Poppystar stretched her neck and rested his muzzle gently on the queens head. "I know your all hungry," she meowed. "But we'll be safter here than back in our old territory, or in the Twoleg feilds or woods. Look at this place! Even dogs would'nt follow us here. There is no scent of any other cats, and if there is I'm sure our warriors, and me, can handle it." She turned to grey-ish brown she-cat. "Coyotewind," she ordered, "take Fallowpool and see if you can find anything to eat. If there are twolegs, there must be rats. Am I right?"
"Rats?" spat Littledawn, as Coyotewind and the smaller blue she-cat bounded away. "Thats no better than crowfood!"
"Hush, mousebrain!" hissed a solid-black she-cat beside her. "Rat is better than starving to death in a place like things, If dogs do find us, you'll be too weak to run away, and you'll be killed by them!" Littledawn scowled and dipped her head to lay down on the disguisting grass. 
"We must find a new place to settle, Littledawn." The black she-cat went on more gentally: "Deadfoot needs to rest and eat, since his insidant. He needs to stay strong." The lean shapes of Fallowpool and Coyotewind emeged from the shadows.
"You were right, Poppystar." called Coyotewind. "There are rat scents everywhere, and I think I've found somewhere we can shealter."
"Show us." Poppystar ordered, gathering the rest of his Clan with a flick of his tail. Cautiously, the cats padded across the wasteland after Coyotewind. He led them towards the raised Thunderpath, the firelight making their shadows loom against the its huge stone legs. A monster roared overhead and the ground shook. But even the tiniest sensed the need of silence and trembled without crying. 
"Here," meowed Coyotewind, stopping beside a round hole, two cats high. A black tunnel sloped down into the ground. A constant stream of water trickled into it. "The waters's fresh," Coyotewind added. "We'll be able to drink it."
"But we'll have wet paws days and night!" Littledawn complained. 
"I've been inside," the brown she-cat told her. "There's some space away from the stream. At least we'll be safe from Twolegs and Monsters."
Poppystar stepped forward and lifted her chin. "WindClan has travelled for long enough.," she declered. "It's nearly a moon since the news from Starclan. The weather is turning colder and leaf-bare will be here soon We have no choice but to stay."
Littledawn narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Silently she joined her clan as, one by one, they filed into the shadowy tunnel. 
CHAPTER 1
Fallowpool shivered. Her blue-coloured pel was still greenleaf-light; it would be a few moons before it was thick enough to keep out cold like this. She shuffled her fore-paws closer into her chest.
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