xXAliveXx (2014-02-05 17:47:49)

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WARNING. THIS IS A WARRIOR CATS FAN-FIC. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, JUST REMEBER...at least its not another one direction.

Frost kicked at the rocks, sending them skittering away on the Twoleg-built stone surface. The moon shone down on him, mocking him, letting him know that his failures were truly his alone.

A hiss sounded in the darkness.

Frost spun around to meet the assailent, just as a pile of fur and bones lept from the darkness of the brick wall.

"You have failed, Lightfrost, and now this clan can never be the same!" the strange cat said,finishing with a bite to Frost's shoulder.

Frost's thick fur protected him, and he pummeled the attackers belly with his paws, claws unsheathed. "Nobody calls me that anymore! You know it wasn't my fault!"

With one finnaly heave, the attacking cat was sent flying into the air, landing on his feet, dazed, behind Frost.

Wasting no time, Frost ran from behind and grabbed onto the cat's shoulder. He slammed him into the ground and pressed a paw to his throat.

"Who are you?" he growled.

The tom turned and showed Frost his face.

Frost gasped, "Heatherstar? The last leader of the clan? But...everyone in the clans are dead!"

Heatherstar sighed. "not everyone. But thanks to you and your carelessness, it might as well be."

Frost didn't let up. He was too upset. He couldn't look into Heatherstars eyes...because what he said was mostly true.

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xXAliveXx (2014-02-05 17:47:56)

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MOre to come.

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