Boundaries }{ 1. The End

[dare.xx.awaken me...]

Title: Boundaries 1. The End
Chapters: At least ten. I think.
Author: Dare <- Me
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nonez!
Summary: Battleheart was some what of a living god to her clan. She had never been beaten, and hundreds had died at her claws. She is suddenly found dead on the border, and now her clan is prey to her killer, Shardstar, leader of FrostClan. However, in StarClan, she is sickened as she watches the rest of StarClan do nothing as her clan is massacred. Now, she wants revenge, and will risk everything to get it, even breakng the boundaries of life and death to do so.
Warning: Emo Kitten Cirrus is back! So yeah. If small, depressed, orphan kittens upset you, this is not for you
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. If I did, you'd know.
Beta: None
Cover: ....
Author Note: This is the story of OakClan's massacre, and what happens after, from everyone elses POV. Go read "Song Of The Kit - Cirruskits Tale" To get a rough idea

--------Boundaries, Book 1: The End-------------
-----Prologue-----

Shadows flittered across a scarred tabby pelt, barely visible under the cover of the ancient oaks. It was a new moon tonight, so no light penetrated the lush canopy. Sulfur yellow eyes glowed in the sticky darkness of the hot summer night. But as she moved through the forest, the temprature began to sharply drop as she reached the border to the snowy wastelands of FrostClan. The border itself was a dry plain, hardened by frost with a few plants, the connector of the drastically different territories of Oak and Frost.
The breeze ruffled her fur, now prominent as it swept across the tundra, unlike the stifling stillness of her home forest. In the utter darkness, the dark silver tom was invisble. He slunk low over the plain, the wind carrying his scent far from the tabby. He crossed the border, winding painfully slowly in a circle till he was a few feet away, directly behind her. Closer...Closer.... Huge silver claws slid from the dark paws. Quick as a flash, it was over, a gaping wound in the tabby's throat, slitted by the razored claws of the tom.

The greatest living warrior had been felled.

[Wildstar]

This sounds like a really good plot please continue! It sounds very original and the prologue is awesome! ;D

[dare.xx.awaken me...]

---------Part 1----------
------Ascent to Death--------

Pain seared through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Her breath was being snatched away and wind tore around her fur. A dark, twilight world filled her blurred vision.

Another star would shine in Silverpelt tonight.

Sulfur yellow eyes refocused, and Battleheart knew instantly she was on her way to her ancestors. Anger filled her. How could she allow herself to be killed? How would her clan survive without her? She was their battle chief, a title bestowed after she refused deputyship. She did not want the tack of stratgeising and clan-managing that came with leadership and deputyship. She was a fighter, born with a lust for the battle. She had the blood of war in her veins and the air of the fight in her fur.

But she would never fight again.

Looking below her as she soared, she saw the dark silver figure, like the new moon, slink away from her body. Shardstar.

Shardstar was the leader of FrostClan, a cold hearted, prickly clan of the northern tundra. The were lithe, sinewy and wiry, and all had fur dark silver like the new moon and eyes a wild and frenzied orange. Shardstar was the son of a brutal silver warrior, her arch nemisis, Greytiger, and a cunning, sly midnight black queen, Darkscowl. While his father used brawn and brute strength to win his battles, Shardstar was a assasin. Today, Greytiger was dead, killed by Battleheart after a long, bloody battle. Yet his mother never seemed to age, dark eyes filled with hate.

Suddenly, her paws touched something ice cold. So cold, but her paws never ached or felt frozen. The air felt light, pure, and other wordly. The dark expanse became dotted with bright lights and huge swathing nebulas, indigo and red. It was breathtaking. Around her, milled cats with stars in their fur and celestial lights in their eyes. Cats taken by the haunting beauty of StarClan's hunting grounds.

The forest splayed out far below her paws. In the center, the huge tree that seemed never to end, its heights even passed her celestial world. The Tree Of Beginning. To the north, a dark, snowy wasteland of FrostClan, far to its west a lush, oaken forest, OakClan. Below OakClan, the oaks leaves turned gold, and the space between the trees was filled with purple haze. The dark world of DuskClan, of haze and golden trees. Below the frozen tundra was sparse meadows, thickening as they reached the warmer south, BreezeClan's home

She never could have predicted one day, four would become three.

[dare.xx.awaken me...]

------------Part 2-----------
------Omnious Words------

The words....they would change Battlehearts world forever. A prophecy had been delivered, and the cats gathered at the Moonshard, a spike of a crystalline substance inside the Tree Of Beginning.

As each StarClan member pressed their noses to the Moonshard, and linked tails, a ripple of worry and despair passed through the assembled cats.

"The clouds will swallow the sun and the new moon will steal the sunbeams. The cats of the sun will fall to the new moon, and only a cloud will remain. The Full Moon will join his brother, and betray the sun cats

But it will take the Sickle Moon to truly unite the phases together"

The whole of StarClan knew the moon. The offspring of Greytiger and Darkscowl each embodied a phase of the moon. There were three. The full moon, the sickle moon, and the new moon.

And Shardstar was the new moon.

The sun cats sent doom into StarClans hearts. OakClan had long been the fire to the cold of its neighbours. Yet StarClan only predicted a battle.
No-one predicted what would truly happen
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Battleheart lied in the starry clearing, StarClan's place for cats who needed to see the trees and hear the breeze to be at peace. She was working with the prophecy in her head.
Everyone knew the silvery tabby, Bladestar, the polar opposite (physically) to his brother Shardstar, had betrayed his family roots and eventually rose to be the respected leader of OakClan. He was the full moon, reflecting the glory of OakClans sun.

But the sickle moon? Few knew about them. Battlehearts family and Greytigers family had been feuding for seasons. She knew the family all to well.
The only daughter of Greytiger, a loner who was only known by her nickname, Little Star, was the sickle moon. She was a slim, shining white femme, petite and delicate. She had not been seen for a very long time and little was known about her,

Dread quivered from Battlehearts whiskers to the tip of her tail. Something much worse than a battle was brewing. And she feared she'd be powerless to stop it.
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Back in the mortal lands, the prophecy had been delivered to the clan cats. While BreezeClan and DuskClan seemed unintrested, it struck dread into OakClans hearts and sent smiles onto FrostClans faces. The other two simply thought as StarClan - The long feuding sides were going to have another spat. Nothing would come of it.

OakClan kept up its brave apperance, but readied for a fight. And when their Deputy, Birchclaw and his mate Doveflower had another kit - A small white tom with two-coloured eyes. Proud to have a son, since their only other offspring was a elder daughter named Wrenpaw, soon to be a warrior.

And in the twilight landscape of the loner and rogue lands, a shining white feline was moving.
Her family required her once more.