• | WARRIOR CATS PROPHECY

The clans were having a rough time, it was winter, Leaf-Bare. Prey was scarce and so was herbs. The clans were at war with eachother again. Once more every few moons.

You were a two-leg mutt. A dog that roamed around, you usually stuck to the tree cut where your two-leg worked at. You only ever met cats within your home or from the vet you went to, which you disliked much.

One day you got loose from your chain at your two-leg house. Which let you free to roam near the forest. You scented all kinds of scents, some belonged to the clans, that you didn’t know even existed.

A few patrols that were out had got a whiff of your scent many minutes after you passed by, they weren’t happy to have a mutt in their territory. For all they know you could be taking their prey that was barely alive.

In thunderclan, cinderpelt had a dream, since the passing of yellowfang she was med cat now. With leafpaw as her apprentice. She had a dream of her clan at a dark night, with barking around her. She didn’t understand the moment, but maybe it was a new prophecy.

One day after that, passing nearby thunderclan. A few cats, Brambleclaw, Berrypaw, Whitestorm, and Fireheart, picked up a dogs scent, Which was you. Fireheart paused in his tracks and sniffed the air.

“I smell a dog in our territory..Watch out and stay behind me.” He stated. Brambleclaw stood beside him while the others behind him.