Opening Fiction

Hurry up, Twigpaw!

Cats of all four Clans were massed as one on the ShadowClan border.

Alderpaw's gaze drifted toward the trailing brambles at the entrance of the medicine den.

Alderkit stood in front of the nursery, nervously shifting his weight.

He was an easy mark.

Dawn sunshine filtered through the canopy.

Clear Sky yawned and stretched his forepaws until they trembled.

'It's time to bury our dead,' Tall Shadow declared.

Clear Sky narrowed his eyes.

The new growth of moorland grass rippled under a warm breeze that ruffled Gray Wing's fur, telling him that the cold season was coming to an end.

Gray Wing toiled up the snow-covered slope toward a ridge that bit into the sky like a row of snaggly teeth.

Someone's bleeding!

Jayfeather's dream dissolved into darkness as he woke and stretched his jaws in a massive yawn.

Dovepaw slid out through the thorn tunnel and stood waiting in the forest for her sister, Ivypaw, and their mentors to join her.

A yowl sliced through the shriek of battle, sharp with grief more than rage.

Dovepaw trembled in her sleep.

A full moon floated in a cloudless sky, casting thick black shadows across the island.