A/N: Meh, I got bored and decided to write a complete OC Warrior Cats World, because there are hundreds of thousands of stray cats running around, so the Erin Hunter Books literally only covered, what, a handful of miles, if that?

So, here's the first story of my own Warrior books, pretty much.

Enjoy!

INFO!

(All this info will only be in the first chapter.)

The Clans:

MeadowClan: A Clan that has control over a large field. Their Territory has a small creek running halfway through their territory, not nearly as big as the many creeks that make up the neighboring Territory that it leads from, of course, but it is a decent water source. A large number of flat rocks in a sandy area takes up a corner of their Territory and their neighbors, called the Snake Pit, for that area is filled with deadly serpents. On the other side of the Territory, there is another Danger Zone, called the Junk Yard, where Twoleg Monsters got to die. The area is filled with dangerous dogs and vicious Rogues, and the occasional Twoleg as well.

CreekClan: Named rather aptly for the many creeks that run though it, this Territory has few trees, made mostly of running water, deep ponds, and rocky soil with little plant life besides the occasional thorn bush, ivy plant, or twisted bracken. The Snake Pit is also located in one of its corners, but that is the only danger that these Clan cats face, outside the rainy season. Due to the number of waterways that make up their land, these cats have been forced to make two Home Dens, one in the bend of a smaller stream where fish and other aquatic life is plentiful, and one high up in the rocks for when the water raises too high. In it's very heart is the dreaded Deep Pool, where many a creature as drowned, and it is a special duty of Clan Warriors to pull they corpses from its grasp, so that their drinking water did not get tainted.

WoodClan: This Territory is made up primarily of trees and rocky earth, though a small creek graces it from CreekClan's border. They don't have as many dangers as MeadowClan, nor the weather worries of their watery brethren, but they do have to share their territory with a large Twoleg place, and well-trodden dirt paths through their Territory speak of the Twolegs wandering about, promising danger. Of course, some Twolegs bring their dogs, so there is always the threat of loosened leashes letting the mongrels loose as well.

No-Clan Territory: This is a large circle of land at the very center of the three Territories where their borders meet at a single point. It takes an even amount of land from the three Clans, and, at it's very center, are the Fallen Oaks, the place where the Clans meet once every Full Moon, to discuss their Territories under the watchful eyes of StarClan. The Fallen Oaks are just that, two fallen trees that cross over a deep, rocky ravine. This entire Territory is a place where no Rogue is allowed, though Banished Clan Cats may live there temporarily, until another Clan will accept them, or they are run out for good. There is no violence allowed, as this is the second most holy place to the Clan Cats.

Star Pool: The revered Star Pool is outside the three Territories, though it's own No-Clan Territory meets the furthest borders of both WoodClan and MeadowClan, making only CreekClan have to travel the furthest, most dangerous routes. It is a clear, deep spring, the water always still, and so cold no creature can live in it. It is the Clan Cats only way to truly commune with StarClan outside their Medicine cats, and the only place a Leader can receive their nine lives. It is a holy place, and held in the utmost reverence with All the Clans. Twolegs do not tread there, nor Rogues or Strays.

Attitudes Amongst The Clans: The three Clans are always bickering and always in a constant state of "Eggshell Walking" with each other. MeadowClan is by far the most amicable, followed slowly by WoodClan, as these two Clans are forced to deal with the threat of Twolegs far more often, and thus have found themselves in the company of many an abandoned Kittypet and wandering Rogue. CreekClan, however, has the harshest of attitudes to trespassers. Their Motto tends to be "Us Against Everyone Else" and they are well known for letting unwary cats drown in the many waterways that cover their land. "If you cannot swim, stay away from the water" is another often heard quote. Because of this attitude, CreekClan often finds itself at odds with the other Clans. MeadowClan and WoodClan also often have disputes over Territory, with WoodClan usually making attempts at gaining more land during the "Twoleg Season", and MeadowClan often making an attempt near No-Leaf, as that season is harshest on them, with their lack of caves or trees to take shelter in, and severe lack of food.

The Area: The territory is a small nature park in a boreal forest. There are dangers far worse than simple ravines and wild dogs here. After all, gray wolves, moose, and bears are some of the few wild animals that make their home in these forests.

Summary: Sparrowpaw had always been a bit of a loner, especially after her mother died. But a Warrior life isn't for the faint of heart, and secrets creep through the tall grasses on silent paws…

Now, onto the Story!

Flight of the Sparrow

Flock of Fate, Book One

Prologue

The moon was a silver sliver in the star-drenched sky, lending just enough light to gleam softly upon the tall sweet grass as it rustled gently in the wind. It gently beamed down upon the large meadow, casting shadows over the openings of dens in one particular section at the base of a large trio of tree stumps, the area bare of most of its grass, and what remained was pressed down from many paws treading upon it.

Movement at the base of one of the stumps brings forth a large white cat, his chest marked with a black blaze, and his yellow eyes gleaming brightly in the night. A large scar peeked out from beneath his chin, crossing halfway across his throat before curling abruptly downwards towards his chest. Whiskers quivering, the large, lithe cat slunk through the silent area, moving towards a small boulder at the very edge of the camp, upon which sat a silent black cat, his own chest white and his gold eyes locked on the sky, hackles up and tail fluffed in agitation, but utterly still and silent. Carefully, the white tom leaped up onto the boulder beside him, and sat waiting, wrapping his tail carefully around his paws as he, too, turned his eyes to the sky.

Time passed slowly, acknowledged only by the rustling of the grass and the leaves of the trees that edged the meadow. Finally, the black tom shuddered, gold eyes closing and fur slowly resettling along his thin frame.

"A message from StarClan, Rainstorm?" The white tom asked, words hoarse and ragged, like stones rubbed in sand; the black tom shook himself firmly, and turned to face the other cat, giving him a nod in answer to his question.

"And a cryptic one at that, as most are," he sighed, lifting his back leg to scratch at his ruff, which no doubt still prickled with sensation of standing fur. "I don't know what to do with this message, WhisperStar," he admitted, whiskers flinching slightly as his tail twitched in irritation.

"It has, occasionally, happened, Rainstorm," the white tom replied with some bemusement, whiskers lifting as the smaller cat huffed sharply. "Is it truly bothering you so, old friend?" Rainstorm hesitated, then let out a low sigh, nodding.

"It is both a warning and a promise, and there is a foreboding, thrilling edge to it, which speaks of both good and bad to come," the black tom sighed, tail swishing across the stone beneath his paws, adding an ominous hissing sound to the nights song. WhisperStar shot him a worried look, his own tail uncurling to lay next to him, still but with a tenseness that spoke of his nerves. Rainstorm sighed, and turned his gaze once more to the stars above, and when he next spoke, his voice was quiet and subdued.

"Three of the Forbidden take flight, a new Clan rises," he intoned; WhisperStar's fur rose and an instinctive, high-pitched growl escaped his chest, as the wind blew with new strength, bringing with it a hint of the chill that was still many moons away. The two toms sat in silence as it died down again, until WhisperStar's fur once more laid flat.

"…Come, my friend," the white cat finally said, standing and nudging the smaller cat with his head. "We can do nothing at the moment. StarClan's words will be clear, in time," he said; Rainstorm huffed, whiskers lifting in amusement, even as he, too, stood on silent paws and turned to follow his friend and Leader from the boulder.

"Aren't I supposed to be saying things like that?" he teased; WhisperStar gave a hoarse mrt of amusement, glancing over his shoulder with warm yellow eyes.

"Being wise isn't reserved only for Elders and Medicine cats, you know," he replied; Rainstorm gave his own amused sound, before the two parted for the night, the Medicine cat slipping beneath the bounder and into his sleeping den, while WhisperStar returned to the trunk he'd originally crept out of, pausing momentarily to look once more at the sky, unease making his tail-tip twitch.

A new Clan? He wondered, before shaking himself and slipping into the depths of his den. The moon was all that remained, gleaming clearly as it watched over the world, patiently waiting for its time to sleep so the sun could rise.

Movement stirs slightly in another den; this one filled with the forms of small kittens and a few cats, no doubt their mothers, curled up in grass nests. At the edge of one of these nests, a brown tabby kitten shifts again, white paws curling into the grass. With a jerk, her head lifts, and sleep-glazed gray eyes blink blurrily around. With a yawn, the kit closes her eyes, and turns her back to the opening of the den, drifting quickly back to sleep, with a soft, high-pitched purr.

A/N: Ignore how short this chapter is, and how long the info part is. Consider it the front of the Warrior books, where several pages are just cat names & descriptions, and maps… BTW! I made a very awkward map in paint, and will be posting it on my Profile soon, okay? ^-^

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