Watershade's Story: Prologue

The night sky loomed over the forest, casting silhouettes of the trees onto the ground. A rustling sound came from a nearby bush, and a black tom popped his head out. His amber eyes were filled with fury as he pushed the rest of his body out of the bush. The cat dug his claws into the ground and called over his shoulder.

"Come out Killer." He hissed.

Another tom leapt out of the vast bush. This tom was white with black splotches, and had blue eyes as cold as ice. He stood beside the black cat.

"So we are going to attack this Clan's medicine cat Breezepelt?" Killer asked.

Breezepelt chuckled. "Yes. But not just attack him, we are going to KILL him!"

"Cool, I love to feel fresh blood on my lips." Said Killer.

"Jayfeather, who is the Clan's medicine cat, is blind." Explained Breezepelt. "So it will be easy."

Killer laughed. "Can we go into the camp now?"

"No mouse-brain! In a few moons, I told you, remember?" Spat Breezepelt. "I was just showing you where the camp is, we have to gather more rouges so they can join us!"

Killer was fierce and hostile, but forgot a lot. He bowed his head. "Ok Breezepelt." He purred.

Then the two cats spun around and ran away.