The Exiled

This is a story idea I've had for along time. About a year or so ago I pushed the idea of this story into the back of my mind, but recently it has come back and begged to be written. Thinking about it now, the concept is a lot like The Sun Trail, but I did come up with this before I even knew the Sun Trail was going to be written into existance. I really hope it turns out great, and I hope you enjoy it! Cinderstar "We always have a choice. I think Pinestar proved that." -Sunstar  01:59, April 30, 2013 (UTC)

Prologue
The forest is dark. No moon is to be seen in the sky, even if the heavy black clouds were to be blown away. Not even the stars shine through the thick blanket of clouds. Yet in this unsuitable, dark weather, two cats slink through the shadows.

"I don't see why you couldn't wait until morning, Duskfire." a she-cat's voice meows out of the darkness.

"Some things are best discussed where we cannot be disturbed." Duskfire replied. The tom's voice was dark and mysterious.

"Is this about the rogues we've been scenting?" The she-cat asked.

"You could say that, Dovestar." Duskfire replied.

"I think we've gone far enough." Dovestar suddenly halted. "No cat would possibly come out in this darkness. I can barely see well enough to avoid walking into trees. This place is as good as any to talk."

"Very well, as you wish." Duskfire purred. "You are my leader, and I must follow your orders."

"So, what were you saying about these rogues." Dovestar persisted after a lenghy silence. "You didn't just drag me out here for a nice midnight stroll." Her voice was cold, as if her patience was running short and all she wanted to do was return to her nest.

A grin spread across Duskfire's face, and he flicked his tail. Suddenly several rogues sprang from the undergrowth, rushing with silent paws towards Dovestar. The ThunderClan leader blinked, as though trying to figure out wherther she was imagining these wraithlike figures.

(Cliffhanger!!! More coming soon!)