Pretty Little Kittens Who Lie

Pretty Little Kittens Who Lies by (Cinderstar) Snakepaw

Fanfiction → Warriors (cats) by Erin Hunter

Starting date: 22 september 2014

-Notice-

Warriors Series novels with all the cats are the property of Erin Hunter and I don't own anything. Nor does the books and TV show Pretty Little Liars, but I'll use their concept of dirty secrets, conspiracy and blackmail for this story.

NOTE: To avoid spoilers, you must have read the first Warriors serie (from "Into the wild" to"Darkest hour") and the second serie The New Prophecy, and the standalone manga "The Rise of Scourge", AND the short manga volumes of "Tigerstar and Sasha".

This fanfiction takes place at the beginning of The New Prophecy. To tell the truth, I haven't finish reading the second serie, and I KNOW that the main cats are on a mission far from the forest, but for this fanfic, let's pretend they never left and there's no prophecy, okay?

I don't know a lot about Hawkfrost and some others, so I'm sorry if they appear a bit out of character.

Unlike Rise of the Kittypets, the chapters won't be out every week, maybe more like once a month. Plus, the chapters are longer!

Again, english is NOT my first language so even if I re-read all of this 3000 times, there will still be some mistakes. If you stumble upon horrible mispellings in the texts, please tell me right away so I can fix them. Thank you!

- Enjoy-

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Chapter One: Ghost of a tiger

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"Graystripe, I've seen him. I swear, it was him."

Firestar paced nervously in a circle inside his dim lighted den, his frantic paws digging a track in the dust. He wasn't sure if he was victim of a trick of his mind or a prophecy revealed by StarClan, or, he feared, a nightmare come to life. Last night, he could not remember if he had been walking within a really vivid dream or if he had been trully prowling unconsciously the familiar forest. It was so confusing. And unconceivable. Unrealistic. How could it possible? He must be mistaken. But… What he saw… He could not ignore it, he couldn't just keep the information for himself, no matter how unthinkable.

"Are you SURE it wasn't Brambleclaw?"

The orange tom glared at the broad shouldered warrior like this was a statement crazier than his back from the dead story. His gray friend gave him a look of apologies.

"Still, it was dark… You know, maybe you did not saw well and…" began Graystripe but Firestar would not hear it.

"At first, I thought I was dreaming, that I was sleeping in my den… But I could feel the wind on my pelt, smell the crisp air of the cold night. The leaves felt crunchy under my steps. That couldn't have been a dream. And StarClan visions are never so… clear. It had to be real, Graystripe!"

"Even so… You said that you did not remember how you got there in the first place"

"Cinderpelt said that it might have been StarClan who had lead me there, then I woke up to witness what they had wanted to show me."

"Oh? So she believes you?" asked Graystripe, skeptical.

Firestar wasn't sure weither the medic believed his lunatic tale or not. She had understand the part where he woke up in the middle of the wild forest, not knowing why he was not in his den anymore, but it was unclear if she thought that Tigerstar was alive or not. As far as he was concerned, it was more likely that she acknowledge the image of Tigerstar as a mirage, an illusion sent as an omen from their warriors ancestors.

"Kind of", he mumble finally.

The ThunderClan deputy stared past his leader thoughfully, reflecting. It was clear that Graystripe was trying his best to believe his longtime compagnon, then he shook is fluffy head vigourously.

"Okay, okay… let's all start over again. From the beginning. With as much details as you can. So, you woke up on your way to Four Trees, right? Then, you..."

Firestar did what he was asked and went over the events of last night for the second or third time today. After his evening patrol with Brackenfur and Sorreltail, he took a quick meal before going to bed early, exhausted from his day. He fell asleep to a dreamless slumber until, he couldn't figure out, he was padding on fallen leaves and branches and woke up a couple of fox-length away from the Gathering place. It was cold and foggy, but he definately was outside his warm den and not drowsing like he was supposed to. Silverpelt shone brightly up in the sky and the moon cast its shiny beams toward the four greater oaks. Being a sign of their ancestors or not, Firestar could not ignore the moon bathed clearing and went to investigate. It was there, on the large rock where only the leaders stands, that he saw HIM. His old enemy who had died seasons ago. The traitor. The tyrant. The murderer. Tigerstar. He stood pridely on the rock, high and mighty with defiance and greed flashing in is amber eyes. He looked big and menacing. Not pale and silvery like the ghost of the deceased warriors. Tigarstar was flesh and blood, his dark tabby pelt glowing nearly gold in the shadows. He did not say a thing. Nor did Firestar, too stunned by the eerie appearance of his dead rival. Suddently, clouds washed over the moon and hid the muscular tom in its darkness, letting only his luminescent pupil float in the black of the night. When the clouds had passed, Tigerstar was gone and Firestar had to go back to the ThunderClan camp on shacky legs, trembling from this ghostly encounter.

The deputy had listenned carefully without interruption and when his leader had finished, nothing in his expression showed that he was understanding of the situation.

"Did you tell Sandstorm about this?" he inquired after a pause.

"No." admited Firestar, troubled and worried, shaking the goosebump out of his back fur nervously.

"Well… she's not going to like this."

To be continued...

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