18 February 2013
Prologue
A light gray tom walked into the nursery, where he found a silver she-cat with four tiny newborn kits beside her. "They are beautiful, have you thought of names?" The light gray tom asked. "No, but there is plenty of time for names." The silver queen pointed out. "Yes, I suppose so." The light gray tom meowed. Suddenly they hear a yowl. The light gray tom raced out of the nursery. A bloody white, brown and orange she-cat was in the middle of camp. "Rosespot!" The light gray tom yowled and rushed to her side. He pressed himself close to her. "What happened?" "...dogs....." Rosespot gasped. A black tom ran up. "Get the Streamheart!" The black tom ordered. "....Redstar...." Rosespot meowed softly. Redstar looked down at her and turned to where Streamheart was. Streamheart raced up to Rosespot with herbs in her mouth. "Give me some room." Streamheart ordered and everyone backed up, even Redstar. Streamheart inspected Rosespots wounds. Streamheart opened her mouth to speak, but a loud bark stopped her. Then they heard another bark, and another, and another. The barking was getting louder. "Coolfeather." Redstar turned to the light gray tom. "Take some warriors and go see where the dogs are, the rest of you get prepared to battle." Coolfeather and few other warrior raced out of camp and ran into about ten dogs. Coolfeather and the other warriors raced back into camp. "There here!" Coolfeather yowled, then a dog grabbed his tail, he turned and scratched the dogs nose. It yipped and let go of his tail. Coolfeather leaped onto it's back and ranked his claws down it's back. Suddenly there was a cry from the nursery. Coolfeather raced to the nursery, he found the silver queen being attacked by a two dogs. Coolfeather scratched one of the dogs face, turned and bit the other dogs tail. The silver queen clawed one of the dogs eyes and it ran away through a hole in the nursery. The other dog followed. "Are you ok Silkheart?" Coolfeather asked the silver queen. Silkheart ignored him and raced over to the kits. There were two limp kits laying near the hole. "I'm so sorry Silkheart." "Where are the other two?!" Silkheart asked frantically, before Coolfeather could answer Silkheart meowed "The dogs have them!" Then Silkheart raced out of the nursery through the hole. As Coolfeather chased after her, rain started to fall. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning. Coolfeather ran as fast as he could, then skidded to a stop, an oak tree had fallen over. Silkheart was searching through the branches of the tree and pulled out a kit.
"That kit can't die! He needs to protect the one to join the clans!" A black tom wailed. "I know Reedwhisker, but he's dead, we must appoint someone else." A blue gray she-cat replied calmly. "Breezepelt won't let the next cat live." A white tom with jet black paws pointed out. "He'll do everything he can to make sure the four clans don't join." A black and white tom meowed. "Hmmm...what if we don't let the kit die?" Reedwhisker asked. "Even if we did Breezepelt would just kill him again." The black and white tom pointed out. "What if we give the kit nine lives, like you do with a leader?" An orange tom walked up. "That's mouse brained Firestar!" The white tom retorted. "Not really, if you give him nine live, but not all in one body. Same personality, different cat." Firestar explained. "That could work." The blue gray she-cat meowed as she thought it over. "Who else thinks it could work?" "I do!" Reedwhisker meowed. "Firestar saved Windclan many times, I trust him." The black and white tom meowed. "Well I think he's crazy." The white tom growled. "You have a better idea Blackstar?" Reedwhisker asked. Blackstar didn't reply. "Then it's settled, we will give the kit nine lives." The blue gray she-cat meowed.
9 Lives • Opuss № I