User:Spiritcloud48/How we became Enemies

''This is a story told in 1st person by Fiesta, a very well-known, strong, and kind WolfClan warrior. It is about her life, and how she lost her friend and how her Clan became enemies with RiverClan.''

Chapter 1
I stretched my long, dark brown furry back in the best stretch I've had in awhile. "You want me to do it then?" growled Stinger from outside the den in his own Wolf form. I lifted my head, it felt heavy, from all the training we did last night, gearing up for the battle. "No! Go tell Mono and Beak you just cant lift her by you're self!" I shouted from underneath a tree, holding it up shielding two almost dead she-cats. They had ran beneith the tree during a terrible thunderstorm last night during the end of their training. Now it was sunny and hot, but the two she-cats needed, medical help and a safe place too stay until they recovered. "Huh? Wha... who are you!?" wailed the light pale brown she-cat with darker brown specks like a leopard. "My name is Fiesta, I know I look like I might scare you. But I am a cat also," I barked and she scooted further away underneath the thick tangled branches. "I wont-" I was cut off by the patter of paws, Beak, Mono, and Stinger stay still glaring at me from a rise. "You let them see you in Wolf form?!" howled Stinger panting and eyes wild. I ducked ashamed, but I still had too hold up the tree with my shoulders. "Help! This Wolf is trying to kill us!" wailed the she-cat. I bared my teeth, I was done with them. I would much rather have them dead then alive right now. "It's alright, we'll deal with her-it, later." Beak mewed calmly coming near her. Beak pulled her gently out from the mess, and nodded to Mono who pulled the other one out. "This will feel great," Beak mewed slowly. "Now," Mono growled. Both toms arched their muzzles high over both she-cats necks and then they bit them. The other she-cats eyes flew open with rage, "What in sky cats name are you doing?! Are you trying to kill us?!" wailed both she-cats falling out of their grip.

Chapter 2
"You should be dead!" I gasped eyes wide in shock. They gave them the death bite, that only means... "Were wolves too. My name is Willow, and hers is Karma." mewed the pale brown with darker brown spots like a leopard. Willow dipped her head, and Karma did the same. "Sssh... RiverClan! Their coming!" cried Mono. "We must get back to camp, they'll destroy it." Beak mewed. "Wolf up!" I howled and we all lept into the air, and landed as huge wolves. I am a short-furred brown she-wolf, Mono is a large black one, Beak is dark gray, Stinger is a brownish-dark brown, Karma was an odd small gray wolf, and Willow was white. "Lets go! Willow, Karma, follow us!" Mono commanded. He was my mate, and are pack leader, I am Beta, of course. He chose me as soon as he had... no, I cant say it I promised him I wouldnt tell. A swath of ferns hit my face as soon as we swam across the river into are main terriotory. "Hurry! Their almost there!" Willow wailed pushing on. I tried to match her speed, but I couldnt and she sped on to where I couldnt see her. All of the sudden wails broke out. Willows body hit the ground, RiverClan warriors gnawing and slashing fiercely at her. "Fiesta," spat a voice. I spun around, "Cherrystar," I yowled back. She circled me mencingly. Then Beak launched himself at her, and she rolled onto her side dogeing his attack. He let out a wail of pain and anger as he hit the ground. Cherrystars' whiskers twitched with amusement. to be countinued...