Darkened Skies

I've been wanting to do this for a while now. :3

Prologue
"Who goes there?" growls a low voice menacingly.

You jump at the voice, and a dark, scarred tabby tom stalks in. You sense immediately who this is. The tales of his treachery have forever been passed through generations and generations of kits and queens, who found no need to exaggerate the story to terrify the kit.

Tigerstar.

Another brown tabby with a bent tail stalks in. A grey tabby with dark stripes joins them. "What are you doing here?" they spit. "Do you want to join?"

You take a step backwards. "L-look, I-I'm s-sorry..." you manage to stammer.

Tigerstar takes another step towards you, a forceful glare in his eyes. "You ready to die, kittypet?" he curls his lip.

You fluff your fur out, and he flexes his muscles. You realize you won't be able to take him on. Besides, even if you defeat him, there are the two other ones.

A small, light brown tabby she-cat strides in. "What's going on here, Tigerstar?"

You blink. She doesn't fit in here.

"Sprucestar!" Tigerstar gasps. "I didn't- I'm so sorry..."

The she-cat makes her green eyes go cold. "Whatever, mousebrain." She turns to you. "What do you want?"

You look at your paws. "I don't know what I'm doing h-here."

Her muscular body gets closer to yours. "Okay, stupid. Let's make it easy for you. Join us? Or die?"

Chapter 1
I was a kit once, you know. No reason to be so obnoxious.

I was the runt of the litter. My father, Redfang, thought I should be killed with deathberries, but my mother, Nightwhisker, wanted me to live. Redfang, being the biggest pushover I ever knew, finally agreed to let me live. They named me Sprucekit, after the tree that had fallen in the middle of camp during Nightwhisker's kitting.