Rise of Darkness }{ UF, Adventure, Love, Death

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Title: Rise of Darkness
Chapters: UF
Author: ~:.Dreampool
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG
Summary: Eh.
Warning: Death, some blood. Welcome to the wrath of Evil Dreamehrama. :3
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, and Erin Hunter alone.
Cover: Comin' soon.

Prologue

The night was still. The stars shimmered gently in their places of the sky. A light breeze blew across the rolling hills of the moor, making the long, green-gray grass sway. The damp air smelled of rain, and it was thick, but cold. Massive black storm clouds nestled above the moor, blotting out the midnight sky.

A pair of sharp blue eyes pierced the darkness. Paw steps silently padded onward, and the shhk of claws being unsheathed broke the eerie silence. Dark shapes wove quietly along the moor, none of them speaking a single word. Thunder rumbled menacingly, as lightning lit up the horizon. The silhouette of a cat was perfectly outlined against the white hot flare, but then melted back into darkness.

Wind flurried past the cats, buffeting them backwards. They squared their shoulders and sunk their claws into the ground, struggling to keep their balance. Rain steadily started to stream from the clouds, plastering the cat’s pelts to their slender bodies.

“A storm rages along the horizon!” growled a muscular, brown tabby tom. “StarClan is angry!”

Yowls and hisses of agreement broke through the group of cats. The tabby tom looked proud, and straightened, as if expecting compliments. He gave a sly smile and focused his attention upon a small gray she-cat.

“We must turn back,” he ordered, “StarClan wishes not a battle.”

The she-cat eyes clouded with worry, but she snarled. “No!” she yowled, whipping around. “If you are to cowardly to fight then you go back! RiverClan must pay for their breaking of the Warrior Code, despite what StarClan says!”

A few cats gasped, but the rest stayed silent. They glanced around apprehensively, waiting for somebody to speak. The tabby pinned his ears and crouched, as if trying to disappear among the swath of cats. His amber eyes narrowed, and he lashed his tail.

The she-cat gave a curt nod, and turned back around. She padded forward, staggering slightly as the wind ruffled her fur. Her own gaze was narrowed, and she churned the earth with her claws. Fear and anxiety were mixing in her stomach, and she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. When the wild roar of the river filled her ears, she halted.

“We will attack from two directions,” she declared. “Half of you will come with me, the other half attack from the side. You half,” she mewed, indicating to the cats farthest from her, “will go under the lead of Larksong.”

The group split into two groups, some looking fearful while other were looking determined and ready to fight.

“Something bad will come out of this,” an elderly looking tom mewed quietly, “I can sense it.”

A few cats gave a silent agreement. The gray she-cat stiffened, but she prowled over to the camp entrance, while the others split and stalked over to the heavy gorse barrier. She flicked her tail, signaling the attack. Someone gave a battle cry as the two groups careened toward the island, their teeth bared.

The RiverClan guards yowled with surprise, surging forward and raking their claws at the nearest cats. Other RiverClan warriors filed out of their dens, leaping into battle. The gray she-cat bunched her muscles and sprang at a small tabby she-cat, easily pinning her to the ground. “Surprised to see me, Swallowstar?” she spat, grazing the cat’s neck with her claws.

“Not at all!” Swallowstar dug her claws into the she-cats underbelly, hissing. The cat gave a scream of agony before releasing her grip, blood dripping from her wound.

“You’ll pay for that, kittypet!” she snarled, pouncing at the brown tabby.

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Larksong raked her claws along a RiverClan apprentice’s side, nipping at her neck. The apprentice swerved and barely missed the WindClan warrior’s bite. It lashed back, its claws smashing into the she-cat’s cheek. Larksong hissed, striking out her forepaws.

Suddenly, there was a angry boom of thunder. “Blood shall spill when the moon bleeds red, and the forest shall sink into darkness.” The voice seemed to be carried along the wind, a barely audible whisper.

“Wha--?” The blue-gray she-cat was stunned at the words in the wind. Suddenly, there was a fork of lightning, striking a nearby tree. It burst into flames, groaning as it started to tilt.

Directly toward Larksong’s leader, Nightstar, who was fighting with Swallowstar.

“Nightstar, watch out!” Larksong screeched.

Swallowstar’s eyes widened, and she wriggled out of Nightstar’s grasp. The gray she-cat looked upward, her fur bristling as the tree was fox lengths from her ear-tips.

“NO!” Larksong pelted forward, but it was to late. With a shriek of terror, Nightstar was crushed under the massive trunk of the tree.

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