Rising War

!THE TITLE MAY CHANGE SOON!
('Rio Del' is the prefix for the leaders, which means 'River'.
I got 'Rio Del Lobo' and 'Rio Del Toro' from Red Dead Redemption.
I also got 'The Demon Drink' from it, too.
DON'T SHUN ME PLEASE :V:)
Note- The names of the cats will be in both Portuguese, Spanish, and Brazilian Portuguese.Be sure to look up their names, or just guess what you think they mean! But I'm going to put them anyways, because it's hard for me!
Cats of the WoodLand
Rio Del Lobo ( Wolf River)- A black and gray tom-cat with icy blue eyes and short fur, bushy tail. (Leader)
WARRIORS (Over 10 moons)
Vaca ( Cow)- A white she-cat with black spots and a stubby tail. Yellow eyes, short fur. Trainee- Cavalo
Coruja ( Owl)- A brown, grey, and white tabby she-cat with amber eyes and long, feathery fur and a long, bushy tail. Trainee- Macaco 
Cobra ( Snake)- A solid brown she-cat with yellow eyes and short fur with a very slender body and a long, thin muzzle with a tail the size and length of a whip. Trainee- O Veado
TRAINEES (Under 9 moons)
Cavalo ( Horse) - A white tom-cat with brown spots and a short tail with short fur. Green eyes. Teacher- Vaca
O Veado ( Deer.)- A brown she-cat with white flecks and white chest fur. Short bushy tail and green eyes. Teacher- Cobra
Macaco ( Monkey)- A brown she-cat with glittering amber eyes and a light brown underbelly. Short fur and a long, slim tail. Teacher- Corjua
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Cats of the MoorLand
Rio Del Toro (Bull River)- A rowan-red tomcat with blazing green eyes and long fur with a long, slender tail the length and size of a whip. (Leader)
WARRIORS (Over 10 moons)
El Zorro ( Fox)- A reddish brown she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes with a long, bushy tail. Short fur. Trainee- Lesma
El Guepardo ( Cheetah)- A unusally spotted golden tom-cat with a long, thin tail and a broad face with short fur and amber eyes. Trainee- El Loro
La Leona (Lioness)- A tan she-cat with striking green eyes and short fur with a long slender tail. Trainee- A Zebra
TRAINEES
El Loro ( Parrot)- A rowan-red she-cat with a white underbelly and bright green eyes. Short fur and a long, feathery tail.
A Zebra ( Zebra)- White tabby she-cat with black tabby markings. Short fur and a short slender whip-like tail.
Lesma ( Snail)- A dark-tan cat tom-cat with a brown stripe running down his back. Long fur, green eyes.
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Prologue
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Yowls exploded into the clearing as pelts flashed in the moonlight, claws and teeth flashing. A black tom and a rowan-red tom-cat were face to face, their eyes glittering with hatred.
"Give it up, Rio Del Lobo!" He sneered. "This extra land isn't worth fighting for!" the red tom-cat continued to taunt as the black cat, named Rio Del Lobo leapt at him.
"Thats what you think, Rio Del Toro! The river may border us, but the grass path that connects us is the key to new territory! We will rightfully take that territory!" Rio Del Lobo snarled, pinning the other tom down, but the tom only smirked. RIo Del Lobo put his jaws around Rio Del Toro's neck, about to give a killing bite, but suddenly Rio Del Lobo got pushed off of him, as he glanced a tan she-cat bearing her teeth at her.
"La Leona! Stay out of this, this is not your debate!" Rio Del Lobo snarled, but she only stood her ground, before finally speaking.
"Look around you, your friends are dying around you, Lobo." her gaze swept around the clearing, as Rio Del Lobo followed her gaze, wich landed on a brown tom-cat with bushy fur and large ears, who was lying limp. He gasped in horror.
"O Morcego! No!" he yowled, launching himself at the body as a white tabby she-cat with black markings ran up to it, about to heave his body into the river. Rio Del Lobo hissed at her, and she promptly backed down before running to join her friends in the battle. O Morcego was Rio Del Lobo's son. He looked up and swore he saw two starry figures of cats staring down at him. One was a dark brown she-cat name Coelho, who was his mate. She had died in a battle against The MoorLand Runners when they all lived in the mountains. She had been slaughtered by a rouge named 'Demon', who had been known as 'The Demon Drink'. Anyone who had drew blood to him, and had accidentaly tasted it, tounge would end up burning, sometimes making cats drown theirselves by accident just to get it to stop burning. Demon had sided with The MoorLand runners, and Coelho had jumped into the river, bringing Demon with him. Suddenly he realised what he had to do.
"Forest Runners Retreat!" Rio Del Lobo yowled, his tribemates backing down and retreating into the forest. RIo Del Lobo stared at Rio Del Toro. "This isn't over," he snarled before retreating with his tribemates.
CHAPTER ONE
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Lobo blinked sleep from his eyes as he adjusted his eyes to the light. The battle before had weakend him and his tribemates, and The MoorLand Runners could attack at any moment. The Forest Runners had tried to take some of The MoorLand Runner's land, but had failed, allowing O Morcego, Elefante,  and Tigre to die. He huffed, then yawned. He got up and stretched his limbs before padding outside to see his tribemates reinforcing their makeshift dens. They had only settled here a few moons ago, and this had been their first battle, ans had already lost three cats? He mumbled something before calling all of the cats together with a flick of his tail. He nodded to a white she-cat with black spots named Vaca, a brown she-cat named Cobra, and a brown she-cat with white flecks and white chest fur, O Veado. He flicked his tail to dimiss the others, as he led his followers through the tall ferns and back into the open space of the forest and twords their border marks, ready to re-new the scents.
By the time they were heading back it was dusk. It hadn't tooken them that long, they had just had a small border skirmish with some of the other Tribe's members, but had made it back unharmed. As they entered through the tall ferns, he saw most of the makeshift dens had been made. He spotted several cats crowded around a limp cat at the river's bank. They would have to throw O Morcego in soon. He ran over to join them, as he closed his eyes, then opened them, looking at Cavalo, then nodded. The white and brown tom grabbed O Morcego by the scruff and gently laied him in the river. 
"Wait," Rio Del Lobo quickly halted Cavalo. He turned to the left of him and grabbed a purple tulip in his jaws as he laied it on his son's afloat body. Cavalo then let his scruff go, as the group of cats watched his body float away downstream. He had to force himself not to cry, as he turned away, only to be stopped by a voice.
"Lobo? Are you okay?" he recognized Coruja's voice, as he turned around to face her.
"What do you think? Do you think seeing my son die and get tooken away downstream is okay?  Is that your definition of okay?" he snarled in the she-cats face. He swore he could see a tear forming in each of her amber eyes. She only snarled back in his face.
"I was only trying to help! You could be a little more grateful next time!" she snarled, whipped around, and stormed off in the directon of the fern tunnel. Suddenly he felt pain and regret. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings at all.
"Wait! Coruja!" he called to her, but she had already gone. He let out a sigh before turning around and letting his gaze sweep over the retreating cats who were each going into their makeshift dens.
CHAPTER TWO
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(I haven't really developed a persona for Rio Del Toro, but I do plan to later in the chapters, so hey, he could be a villian, could not.)
Rio Del Toro raised his broad head up proudly and strutted into their makeshift camp, his Tribe following behind him. If they kept their win-streak up, then maybe the others would leave them alone. They had already weakened Rio Del Lobo by getting rid of his mate and son, but they hadn't meant too. Maybe he would attack them full on and use every bit of strength that his Tribe had and use it up, allowing the Cats of the MoorLand to finally chase them out, and maybe even kill their leader. What a sight that would be! Seeing him come crawling to us for mercy. He thought. Just then, his mate and daughter, El Zorro and El Loro, ran up to him, purring loudly.
"We won! I can't believe we won! I even saw who gave the killing bite to O Morcego!" at the mention of O Morcego, El Loro's eyes filled with sadness. "If only he had stayed at the camp like his father had asked him too. It was epic, though! El Guepardo and O Morcego were just standing there, facing eachother. O Morcego had snarled something at him, and El Guepardo didn't give him a chance! He had sprung as quick as the wind, and killed him with a bite to the neck. You should've seen it!" El Loro continued on. Rio Del Toro let out a proud purr. This was his daughter he knew, and she took pride in what she said. She may've felt sadness in that one sentance, but that didn't even matter. Her bright green eyes had something inside them though, but he couldn't really make out what it was.
"Toro?" a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see El Zorro looking at him, her amber eyes gleaming with worry. "You okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine." he replied.
"You sure?"
"Of course im sure."
"I don't beleive you."
"You should."
"Well, I don't, but I'll leave you to it."
"Okay" Rio Del Toro sighed and watched his mate walk away with his daughter, both chatting with eachother. He stalked over to the prey pile. Now that he thought about it, there was something about her he didn't trust. He would only be sure to keep an eye on her. He then spotted El Guepardo strutting twords him, his muscles rippling beneath his pelt. He actually admired him and his strength, and bravery. The golden spotted cat sat down besides him, yawning.
"What's the plan?" he asked, looking at Rio Del Toro. He shrugged.
"Plan for what?" he asked, looking back at El Guepardo. 
"Y'know, the other tribe? Attacking?"
"I never had a plan about that? I don't think they will mess with us again for a while, especially since you killed-" he cut himself off, noticing a sorrowed look from the spotted cat. He then nodded, got up, and stalked off. Rio Del Toro sighed, and watched as the cats began to lay down in their soft grass patched and fell asleep, and he went to join his mate.
CHAPTER THREE
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Gonna be done tomorrow?
I dunno.
Category:Clans