Warriors Show No Mercy }{ UF Flangst

[Nighttiger]

Title: Warriors Show No Mercy
Chapters: The total amount is unknown.
Author: Nighttiger
Pairing: None really big ones.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None at all,this all takes place after the books and doesn't really refer to them at all.
Summary: LegendClan,a Clan with cats that wield special powers,has been living in the lake home for moons. They original clans have gotten use to them,and have even welcomed them into their home. But know a blood-thirsty tom has became apprenticed,giving him more power. A prophecy is sent to a regular warrior, and she holds it with care.

The ones with power will rise to the top
And others will bow down.
Till the moon crashes down upon
Those with scars
And all shall be well

Warning: This one could be a bit more graphic then my other one,but it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: Erin Hunter owns Warriors, not I. And the forum Fallen Warriors owns the idea of LegandClan, not I. But I do own this fanfic. Score one for me.
Beta: None
Cover: None

Author's Notes: Yeah, yeah, the prophecy is...bad. I'm horrible with those. Chapters are short,but that means I'll have more of them.

Prologue

Starlight feel through the trees and casted their light upon those on Earth. The trees were large pines, and they covered from the lake to a small twoleg house. A fence surrounded the nest, blocking all inhabitants from the outside world.
Sitting upon the fence were were a couple cats. Their eyes glittered happily, hungrily. All four cats were staring at some green, oozing substance. It was beside a small container, which held the same thing.
The littlest of the cats broke the morning silence.
"Come on, Bluescar! Can't we just taste this stuff already? I'm dieing over here!" Her tortoiseshell tail was twitching in annoyance. The black next to her nodded and licked his chops.
"I agree with Owltalon, I want to be un-beatable!" His caterwaul was shrill and he tried to jump off the wall. But the white cat next to him grabbed his scruff.
"Hold on, Blackfire," The tom growled through fur, "We need to wait for Bluescar..." Whitefrost let go and looked up at their leader. The other two copied.
Bluescar kept his one good eye faced forward. The other one was kept closed by a long, hideous scar. A breeze blew by, ruffling his gray tabby fur. At the same time, he leaped. Cackling, Owltalon pounced after him, along with Blackfire an Whitefrost. Two other queens followed a bit slower, their swollen belly's bumping against the dew covered grass.
Bluescar bent down, a huge smile across his maw. His pink tongue, along with five others, rasped across the strange elixir. Finally, he raised his head. The green glop dripped from his fangs and he licked it off. Purring, the tom jumped back to his spot and looked down on his followers.
"Cats! Al of us shall go down in history. We may have started out as regular ShadowClan warriors, but now we are LEGENDS!"

[Nighttiger]

Chapter One

The sun shone high above the camp. Cats were crowded around a few newly made apprentices. A black she-cat pushed toward the kittens and finally made it.
"My kits, my kits!" Her purr was pure joy as she gazed at each. Her blue eyes were filled with utter love. She even loved the two that weren't really hers. Foxpaw and Lilypaw's mother had died a few moons ago when ThunderClan attacked. So she, being the only queen, had taken care of them.
Firepaw wiggled away from his mother, a snarl against his maw.
"Mom, don't get all mushy!" He lightly hissed. His adopted brother also squirmed away. But Foxpaw gave a giggle as he did so.
"Yeah, mom!" Again the silver tom giggled, his yellow eyes twinkling. Ravenfeather gave a sigh, but backed up.
"Alright, alright." She chuckled, and then turned to wards Lilypaw.
"My dear, you'll make a great Medicine Cat!" Amber and blue eyes locked for a few minutes, then the silver apprentice looked away.
"Thank you." She purred quietly, her paws shuffling across the dirty ground. Ravenfeather flashed a huge smile at her before looking over at the two others.
A small black she-cat purred and rushed toward. She winced a bit as pain prickled her shoulders, but Shadepaw ignored it.
"Mommy! I'm an apprentice!" Her amber orbs twinkled in joy, and her whiskers quivered. To think! She was finally an apprentice. A ginger coated tom stood behind her, his dark eyes filled with annoyance. He was about to say something when another red cat, followed by a cinder one, emerged from the warrior's den. Small, paw shaped spots of grass followed the she-cat, leading up to her gray paws.
"Hello, Firepaw. Would you like to start training?" Jade, twin pools sparkled with curiosity as Cinderplant eyes her apprentice. " Beside her, Streakclaw spoke up.
"I thought we'd train with them, if you don't mind." He flashed Oakpaw a quick smile. Oakpaw nodded, then glanced at his brother. Irritation prickled his paws as he saw greed and ambition flash in his aqua eyes.
"That sounds perfect, ma'am." Firepaw dipped his head in what looked like respect and Cinerplant beamed. Slowly the warrior looked at Ravenfeather, muttering, "You've done well."
The black warrior chuckled, nodding happily. With a flick of her tail, Ravenfeather backed up.
"Well, I better get together a hunting patrol." Dipping her head, she then turned around and headed to wards the warriors den.
Cinderplant stared after her a few minutes before looking down, her gaze landing on Firepaw.
"Ready now?"
Firepaw turned and began to slowly examine Oakpaw. He kneaded the ground with sheathed paws before answering.
"Hey, Streakclaw, why don't you two go on the hunting patrol?"
There was silence for a while, except for the shuffling of the other apprentices paws. Finally, Streakclaw replied.
"Great idea, Firepaw! Come on, Oakpaw, let's catch your mom before she leaves!" And with that, the tom zipped away.


Silvermoon yawned, showing off gleaming fangs. She pushed herself to her stripped paws and padded out of the warrior's den. All around her, cats were talking. Firepaw was beating his ebony wings, showing off. Ravenfeather and Emberpelt were sharing tongues. And Foxpaw was battling an unseen enemy.
All was well. Silvermoon approached the fresh-kill pile. Amber eyes scanning the prey, she soon selected a bracken colored bird. Meal in mouth, she turned to head over to Ravenfeather. But a prickling sensation stopped her dead in her tracks. Closing her eyes, Silvermoon was plunged into the future.

Laying on the ground, unmoving, was a silver cat. Her body was ripped everywhere and blood flowed freely. Standing above her was a ginger tom. Wings jutted out behind him. Black wings. All the while this cat was laughing. Laughing and prodding Silverstar's corpse with a blood covered claw.

Suddenly, Silvermoon was jolted away from that terrifying clip and into another one.

A full grown tom, the same one that had been in the first one, stood a stop a huge boulder. Blood stains covered it, although that didn't seem to bother anyone. Two cats sat below the rock, their pelts pressed together. The faint scent of WindClan wafted off the two apprentices. The tom then began to speak. His words were inaudible, too blurry for Silvermoon to heart properly. And then, he sliced the two cats. Yowls of agony flew up, and she watched as the golden she-cat fell to the ground.

Almost to tears, Silvermoon had to resist the urge to cry out as yet again she was painfully dragged into another vision.

The scent of many, many cats drifted through the air. Stars danced in the sky, shining on the lake. All was quiet. And then, there was a caterwaul and the night came to life. Withering, thrashing masses of claw and fur tumbled all over the place. The reek of fresh blood covered the battle like snow, and Silvermoon shut her eyes tight. Though, she pried them open as she saw herself, just a silver streak, leaping atop Crowtalon! Her deputy! Her mind screamed that this wasn't real, that none of this would ever happen. Again her eyes closed, and this time she didn't open them until the cries had gone down. Cautiously she opened them and looked around. Nothing. There was no sign that a bloody war had ever gone on. Thinking this was over, she turned around. Until a booming voice shook the forest.

The ones with power will rise to the top
And others will bow down.
Till the moon crashes down upon
Those with scars
And all shall be well

It had stopped. Silvermoon woke back up to find herself in the Medicine Cat's den. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her heart was beating with tremendous force. Something bad was coming.

[.Swiftclaw.]

Wow! This is great! Continue soon! ;D ;D

[silverfog]

Cool! Very nice.