Fury

== Fury ==
Haha?
Laugh at me?
Me, The measly Fawnwhisker?
Ha.
Think again.
For I have fury beyond anyone else. Power beyond anyone.
Anyone else.
Ever...
== Prolouge ==
Screeching, Crying. It was a blur in the midst of life. There, In the medicine den, was a shecat, hiding, with her one newborn kit. A runt. "Jadeheart, you must kill the runt, or we will. If not we will have to kill you.." A grey tom was coaxing with a growl. "Never, Greystar! Your a horrid leader! Leave me and Fawnkit alone, she's healthy!" Jadeheart cried. "No, Jadeheart. Don't make me do this. Please give up the kit without trouble. Fawnkit would be bad for our Clan's strength, she's much too small. She'd be a trouble to care to." Greystar growled. "I don't care! You'd have to kill me before you get to my firstborn kit! My Only Kit!" Jadeheart screeched.
"Well then.. I'm quite sorry, Jadeheart. But a shecat who gave birth a day ago is no match for a nine-lived, healthy tom. This is your last chance. Well?" He growled. Jadeheart began to swell with tears, brown fur matted, looking down at her recently-born kit. "I refuse to let you kill me or my kit!" She screeched, picking Fawnkit up and fleeing, far, far away.
Jadeheart desperately looked for a place to hide her kit. If they kill me, their bound to kill the kit, too. I must hide her and hope...
Jadeheart set her kit in the bush, running off with her eyes closed to the kit's lonely mewling. She cried silently as she slowly slid down onto the shore of a gorge carefully. Jadeheart attempted to leap over, yet halfway past she fell into the raging gorge. She screeched as she was driven into the furious water.
Jadeheart knew she'd die. She knew it.. Knew it... Yet, right before death, she felt a horrid stabbing pain, looking up. The water had turned clear, yet a cat had stabbed her to bring her out and put her out of her misery. "I watched that all happen. What a brave shecat. To honor her, I shall bring her body back to her Clan.. She seems LeafClan. I shall write a prophecy on her body, the prophecy of our Clan, for we believe her Clan has something to do with it." He meows solunmly to himself, with a respectful look to the shecat's body as he slowly wrote the words-
"The large yet nimble one with huge antlers shall storm in with fury, yet through this, kill the beast who scorches so many."
The Clans had made their own way of writing for the mute cats, yet it was vague and barely readable except for by medicine cats.
== Chapter 1 ==
Category:Stories
Category:Cats