"The Escape" A warrior cats fanfic, Chapter 1

          Mudslide was in the forest, catching the plentiful prey that ran. She felt the warm sun on her pelt and the breeze bringing all sorts of scents in her nose. The sun shone brightly, scattering the light like raindrops along the forest floor. Her ears pricked at the sound of mewling, high-pitched and echoing across the forest. Hur fur bristled as something padded it. She looked around, trying to find what was touching her, but she couldn't spot anything. As she looked around, clouds covered the sky, casting the long shadows of the trees. The scents of the forest faded away and the smell of moss filled her nose. Her fur bristled uneasily. The forest started to fade away as she drifted back to reality. Her pelt was no longer against the soft, green grass of the forest, but in her nest, the moss getting old and dry.
          The brown she-cat was awoken to an orange blob of fur, shouting and poking her, sharp claws gently scraping her pelt. She looked at the figure, whose tail was flicking frustratedly, and grumbled. "Robinsong?" She would blink as the drowsiness left her body. She would yawn and sit up, her dark brown spotted fur ruffled from her dreams, looking at the smaller warrior. Robinsong's copper eyes and red fur glowed like flames in the dawn sun, and she would look at the small warrior, frustration heating in her pelt. Robinsong's ears twitched as Mudslide stretched, and she would blink at her.
          The small she-cat sighed and spoke, "Come on, we're going on the dawn patrol! Skypelt and Beepaw are going too." Robinsong poked Mudslide with her nose. She would grumble and sit up, the scent of her dreams still lingering in her nostrils. Mudslide would quickly lick her fur, fixing it from Robinsong trying to wake her up. Robinsong pranced out of the warrior's den, her stripes on her fur swaying like branches. "Alright, I woke her up." A few other cats looked over at them after she spoke.          
          A blue-grey tom would stand up."About time, we were waiting, MudSlide" Skypelt would say, his fur being ruffled by his apprentice, Beepaw. "Cut that out." he would say to the small cat. Beepaw would nod, looking up at her mentor with large yellow eyes. The patrol would start walking away. They suddenly heard something run up to them, shouting. Beepaw would jump, startled at the sudden noise.
          They looked behind them as a white ball of fur would bound towards them. "Wait! i wanna go too," The large white apprentice said, "Please." she added quickly. The group of cats would look at eachother, muttering, as the cat stared. They would look at the apprentice as she shifted her paws on the ground.
          "Fine, Frostpaw." Mudslide would respond, flicking her paw at the cat. Frostpaw's blue eyes lit up, and as Frostpaw started to follow them, excitedly speaking to Beepaw. Mudslide would remember something and ask, "Wait, doesn't your mentor need you for training today?" The group stopped walking in front of the camp entrance, the trees swaying and the river flowing steadily. 
          Frostpaw's eyes would narrow. "Aw man, I forgot about that." The gleam in her eyes diminished. She muttered about how boring her training was as she started to leave. As she walked away, her ears perked up at her mentors voice.
         "Frostpaw! We have combat training. Hurry up." The grey tom shouted. Frostpaw's tail drooped, but then she perked up, remembering that they were training a new move that she had been shown. Beepaw rolled her eyes.
        "Sorry, Stonepelt!" She would yell in response. She trotted over to her mentor, her fur bouncing like an avalanche and left the camp. Mudslide watched as she spoke inaudibly to her mentor.
        "Alright, let's go." Mudslide mewed. The others nodded, and they hopped on the rocks to cross the stream surrounding their camp. She shook her paws of moisture, looked at the other cats with her. Skypelt and Mudslide in the lead, with Robinsong and Beepaw talking happily behind them. She would ask, "Which border are we patrolling?" Her eyes narrowed. She hoped it wasn't ShadowClan. The lake shone pink and orange as the sun rose, the great ball of light slightly over the horizon.
          "We will be patrolling the WindClan border to renew scent marks. They should be stale by now." Robinsong replied, looking at Skypelt who nods at her. The blue tom's pelt looked lavender in the dawn light. They would increase their speed, bounding through the territory, trying to hurry and return to camp. In short time, they would arrive at the WindClan border, and as Mudslide and Robinsong placed scent marks, Skypelt would keep a lookout incase anything was wrong on their territory.
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          The patrol of cats walked away from the border, birds singing. Mudslide noticed the song, and hungrily she suggested, "While we are out, maybe we could hunt? It can't hurt to have a little extra prey." The other cats murmured in agreement as they changed course to the stream in their territory. Mudslide would smell the forest. The scents of herbs and prey mingled. There was a strong scent of thrush nearby, but because it was too close, it was probably on high alert. She decided to try a different piece of prey.
          Skypelt would start to teach Beepaw a lesson on hunting."Alright Beepaw. The best way to catch fish is to move slowly as to not disturb the fish with your shadow. Move your paw swiftly to scoop up fish, like this." Skypelt would unsheathe his claws and grab a fish from the pond, a small, reddish fish, causing the other fish to disperse."You try, as soon as the fish return." Beepaw nodded, excitement in her eyes. Her tail twitched in excitement, but she noticed and quickly stopped.
          While Skypelt was teaching Beepaw, Robinsong and Mudslide, deeper in the undergrowth, were busy hunting the prey that hide near trees and logs. Mudslide was hunting a sparrow, creeping over to it. Her mud colored fur blended into the soil in between ferns and bracken. She would approach the animal, wiggling her haunches as she was preparing to leap. Just as she jumped, the red bird noticed her and flew away, calling to other prey that there were cats nearby. It would chirp as it flew away, alarmed. "Mouse dung." Mudslide would curse quietly, annoyed that she missed her catch. She scraped the dirt with her claws. 
          As Robinsong caught her mouse, she noticed Mudslide. "Hey, there's a water vole over there. It seems distracted. You should try to catch it." Mudslide looked over at the small animal digging in the dirt with an acorn shell. Her ears twitched, slightly annoyed. How could she not have seen such a huge catch so close to her? Mudslide would drop down into the hunter's crouch and she crept over to the round, small animal. Her fluffy pelt was squished against the ground, clinging dried grass to her thick fur. Her pelt blended into the greenleaf soil, causing the animal to take no notice of her. She would launch off the ground, yowling as she landed on top of the creature. She caught the vole in her claws, and she would quickly bite the animal's neck, killing it. She resisted the temptation to eat the delicious prey, and laughed.
          She looked back over at Skypelt, who was praising his apprentice. The black apprentice's yellow eyes gleamed proudly, a medium sized fish laying near her, shining in the sun. Mudslide smiled at the apprentice's accomplishment and shouted, "Hey, shouldn't we be getting back now?" The blue tom perked up, realizing how much time they had spent out here.
          "Ah, yes. We should." Skypelt responded. The patrol regrouped and started heading back to the RiverClan camp. Mudslide looked up at the sky, the sun high in the sky. She was shocked that it was already sunhigh. She hoped no one questioned them when they returned.
          They returned to the camp, prey in their jaws. They headed over to the fresh-kill pile, and dropped the prey. Mudslide thought that they had enough to feed twice the clan. "Beepaw, bring some prey to the elders, please." Skypelt spoke just as the apprentice was about to grab a piece of prey. She groaned at the task, but she complied.
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          She returned to camp after helping the medicine cat, Salmontail. Mudslide dropped the bundle of borage leaves and started to put them with the others. "Thanks, Mudslide. We really got a lot of borage today." Salmontail's Red and black fur smelled of herbs. Mudslide nodded and smiled as she left to grab a piece of prey. When she was at the fresh-kill pile, she saw that the hunt had been plentiful today. She picked a round and juicy sparrow, and grabbed a vole to take to one of the elders.
          The large cat walked over to the warrior's den and sat in her nest, yawning. She licked her brown fur, cleaning it of the grass stuck to it from her duties. She perked up when she heard noise from outside of the den, signalling that the evening patrol has returned. She listened into what the patrol was speaking about, as it sounded panicked and tense. She felt uneasy as she walked towards the exit of the den.
          "Brightstar," The pale ginger cat spoke. "We were patrolling the Shadowclan border when we saw twolegs and their kits running around near the border." Mudslide looked outside of the den and saw that the large warrior who slept in the nest beside her, Sandclaw, was the one sharing the news to the large calico. She gasped, alarmed at the sight of twolegs in late greenleaf. Her fur bristled as she thought of the danger that could bring to the clan. She worried about future patrols passing by, renewing scent marks, and hunting near the border, thinking that cats would be taken.
          Brightstar's green eyes narrowed and she responded with alarm radiating from her fur, "We need to be careful when we patrol that border. Make sure no cats come in view of the twolegs, as we cannot risk losing any warriors. We don't have any expecting or nursing queens, and we only have 3 apprentices." She sounded calm, although Mudslide could tell she was frightened and apprehensive. She would look at Silverpelt in the sky, hoping that StarClan would guide them through this. The stars glimmered as the moon rose higher in the sky.
          The other warriors nodded at Brightstar's orders and went to talk with other cats. The patrol's pelts were bristled. Mudslide went back to her nest, and layed down on the drying moss to rest. As she settled down, more warriors came into the den. She would struggle to fall asleep, the muttering of the other warriors keeping her awake.
          When she eventually fell asleep, her mind was full of worry. Her dreams were dark and dreary, matching the thoughts she had as she drifted into sleep. Her pelt bristled, and she looked around, trying to see something. Suddenly, star filled silhouettes moved around. One took the form of a twoleg, the other was a cat. Her mind flew between fear and confusion,  asking herself if this was a sign for her or for the clan.
          A line appeared between the two, smelling like the ShadowClan border. Her eyes widened in horror. A cat was going to be taken. "Wha-" The cat silhouette creeped closer to the border as a silhouette of a mouse appeared. She tried to see what cat StarClan was warning her about. "What's going on? Oh no..." She asked as realization set in. The starry cat leaped towards the mouse, who squeaks in alarm. The twoleg silhouette turned around quickly, spotting the cat. "Wait! No!" She shouted as the silhouettes disappears.

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