Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

Prolouge

It was dim and wet. Mistytail could hear the twigs snapping. The trees' normally cheery breeze was slow and distant. It was dark and a bit hard to navigate. "You ready, Swiftclaw?" she asked. "I always have been." The tom replied. The branches' loud cracking and the crumpling of old leaves grew louder with each step. Mistytail pounced ahead and felt something wet bristle on the tip of her nose. She raised her paw and wiped it and suddenly Swiftclaw's movement stopped. She turned back. "What's wrong..?" Mistytail asked him. "I hear something." He replied.  Suddenly, the crumpling of the leaves sounded again. IT WASN'T SWIFTCLAW OR MISTYTAIL... It was a pack of brown, black, and white dogs. "D-dogs?" Mistytail stuttered. The dogs leaped and the air filled with screeches. Swiftclaw scratched one dog in the back and killed it, then felt something latch onto him. Mistytail tried to get the claws off of him but anither dog bit her on her tail. Soon, the two warriors had the wind knocked out of them and everything went dark.