Clears Skies

Book one of The Weather (Series xD Hope this series goes well o_o Sunset 18:04, August 15, 2010 (UTC)

Prolgue
He rolled in the leaves, letting the sun bathe his pelt though the canopies ahead. Never felt better before, the black and white tom sighed in relaxation. The elders always told him again and again, that the peaceful era of now was heaven(I was going to say Starclan, but it sounds more peaceful with heaven xP) compared to the times before. War and anguish.

Sleetpaw could not give any mousedung. It was all past, right? He yawned and curled. No reason to be worked up about old cats with a bunch of scars.

Lazily, he licked his paw and ran it over his face. Life's sweet.

-_-_-_-

"The clans are getting out of control," Puddlefoot hissed, tail lashing.

Leaptail, who just died of a heart attack, yawned. "What do you mean, out of control?" He rolled his eyes. "Oldies are so mousebrained. We're more docile than sleeping dormice."

Puddlefoot's icy gaze bored into his pelt with anger. But she stayed quiet and swiveled her head to watch the dormant apprentice below her. Sleetpaw was one of the many cats of Valleyclan who took peace for granted. They even forgot border patrols, even missed gatherings. Strayed into each others territories.. Disrespected elders.

The black tom started to scratch his ear. "Man, Starclan's boring. I don't know anyone here. I wish I was back, alive," he sighed. Leaptail watched Sleetpaw with longing.

Snarling, Puddlefoot muttered, "Well, you would have been alive if you took some time to exercise, and not just laze around."

An idea struck her.

Ears high in the air, Puddlefoot poked Lemonclaw, who was asleep, beside her. He woke immediately, and with a start. "What is it?" he asked alertly. Puddlefoot felt affection for her life-long, and death-long friend. He was what a real warrior should be, not those bums alive, below them.

Alive.

"Lemonclaw, don't you agree that we need to spike up their lives? Do something? The peace, I regret to say, has got to their heads. They're taking life for granted."

Lemonclaw wrinkled his golden nose. "Are you saying we should kill them?" he teased. Puddlefoot giggled.

"They're quite infuriating," Puddlefoot's eyes flickered to Leaptail, playing with a butterfly. "But they're good cats."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Lemonclaw leaned forward in intense interest.

Puddlefoot's eyes glimmered.

"Your idea was close."