Little Did he Know

'This is a crossover between warriors and the familiars, but more warrior-like. Enjoy!'

Prologue: A Horrible End... Or Alive?
A black-and-white she-cat was struggling to fight a tom that looked just like her. "Malvern, we are family, stop!" she hissed. "Never," Malvern snarled in reply. "Everyone here knows that I am nursing kits!" she hissed. "Haha, and that only makes you weaker, Corliss," sneered Malvern.

Corliss leaped onto him and pinned him down. "You should have NEVER messed with me!" she snarled. "I can," replied Malvern. With that, he pushed Corliss into the river. He dumped her kits in beside her. Goodbye, Baxley, goodbye, kits. Corliss thought, struggling against the waves. She soon felt teeth in her scruff. ''Baxley? ''

She turned to see him carrying her, struggling. "Baxley... Don't waste your life on me," rasped Corliss. "I won't let you die," he replied. But, Corliss was carried under a wave. She felt a rapid push pulling her forwards. Waterfall, great, she thought. Barely concious, she lifted her head and sucked in her last breath. Baxley was still there. "If I can't save you, then I'll find the crown," he meowed. "Goodbye," Corliss rasped.

She closed her eyes and went into free fall. Her head smashed a rock, and all went black.

Chapter 1: A Clan
A black-and-white tom pressed his way through the bramble forest. "Aldwyn, this isn't a good idea," croaked a voice. Aldwyn turned to see a tree frog. He paused, looking surprised. "Gilbert, what in the world?"

Gilbert lifted his head proudly. "I decided to tag along," he croaked. Aldwyn rolled his eyes and kept going. He smelled a strong scent of cat, and close. "We're near many cats," whispered Aldwyn. Gilbert looked up, his eyes lit with scaredness. "Really? Save me," he croaked, hiding behind Aldwyn.

"I'm sure their friendly," purred Aldwyn. Just then, three cats emerged. "Trespassers," growled one. It unleashed it's claws. "Let's fight." Another cat got in his way. "Not yet, Thornclaw," she hissed. She dipped her head. "I'm sorry for the rudeness," replied the sand-colored she-cat. "I am Sandstorm."

"I'm Aldwyn, and this is Gilbert," Aldwyn replied. "Gilbert? Where is he?" asked Sandstorm. Gilbert hopped out from his hiding place. "Hello," he croaked shyly. Sandstorm looked surprised. Had she ever seen a frog? "What's the matter? Never seen a frog?" asked Aldwyn. Sandstorm flicked her tail. "Have you ever seen a talking frog?" she asked the cats.

They shook their heads. "What?" meowed Aldwyn. "It's normal." Sandstorm flicked her tail again. "Come on, patrol, let's leave this discovery alone. We don't know if it's a trick," Sandstorm meowed. The cats followed her.

Aldwyn sighed. Would he ever be normal?

Chapter 2: Corliss's Discovery
Corliss sat on the shore, dazed. She lifted her head. "What happened?" she asked. Nobody was around. "Weird," she meowed. She looked at a forest. "Maybe someone is in there," she suggested. With that, she padded in.