Underground Prison

Chapter One
Fog swirled around tree trunks and cats early one morning. The felines stood together, about thirty of them. A glint of anger shone through each of them, they glared with evil eyes at the ThornClan camp. With one flick of a tail lives changed, gone forever into the stars or they were ripped through like a fresh mouse. The small camp was devoured by hatred, masked with blood and the stench of filthy rogues. Seven cats disappeared that night, three warriors among them. Those three were not meant to be captured by the rogues; they had a bigger prophecy unfolding before them.




Shadeclaw sat in the shadows, staring at the broken camp. Few cats were left limping about camp, many had been sent to StarClan. Elders and Senior Warriors dragged off their comrades to be buried; there was no time to wait for the full moon. Shadeclaw’s apprentice Tidepaw padded over. Her left ear was torn and her white pelt bloodied a result of the recent battle. She sat next to him and pressed her pelt into his. “It’ll be alright.” she breathed into his fur, attempting to comfort her mourning friend. Above their heads the sun was rising, its shining rays brightening the forest camp. The sun warmed their fur but the coldness in their very souls could not be melted.

“Ashfrost… she’s…she’s,” Shadeclaw gulped, “gone. She’s been captured by those terrible rogues.”

Tidepaw looked sympathetically at him, her wide amber eyes looked almost kit like with innocence. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” she meowed calmly. After a moment her eyes flickered about camp searching for something. She set her eyes on Wolftail, Shadeclaw’s brother and the cat that just happened to be coming through the entrance at that moment. He dropped the mouse he had in his jaws and opened his mouth in surprise. “What happened?” he mouthed to Tidepaw.

“Tell you later” she mouthed back as she turned her attention to Shadeclaw again. “Why don’t you go on that patrol? You may pick up Ashfrost’s scent.” She suggested in a soft voice.

Shadeclaw nodded and went to stand with the forming patrol. One of the senior warriors, Nightbelly, was organizing it. ThornClan’s Deputy had perished in the battle; there was now a chance for the warriors to prove their loyalty and strength for the higher position.

Tidepaw walked over to Wolftail and sat, explaining with a calm and suspiciously happy look on her face.



Heatherbrook bolted through the trees; she had to outrun the cats that were chasing her. Behind her, her brother Lionfang ran. She could hear his breathing quicken and he gasped for air. Tripping over a tree branch was the last thing they needed and yet that’s what happened. Heatherbrook came back to her younger brother but he gasped just one word. “Go”

The young she-cat followed his instruction and as she rushed out of distance she could only imagine her brother being taken by angered rogues.

Tears welled up in her green eyes and ran down her brown tabby face. Lionfang was her only family. He was…everything to her. She knew deep inside her heart that if he never came back she wouldn’t be able to continue with her life. She’d be stuck -already a part of StarClan in her mind- with the clans. Stuck on the ground.



Owlflight raced after the rogue patrol that escorted the cats from IceClan. Her brother was with them. Gorsewhisker was too…too silly to survive without her help. He was clever, she’d give him that but whenever he came up with a plan he ended up messing it up in the end. Gorsewhisker would surely die if she didn’t rescue him soon. Owlflight’s heart raced as she spotted the patrol. Gorsewhisker was not struggling; actually he was limp being carried by three of the hostile cats. What the StarClan was going on here? She crouched behind a fern waiting for some sign that he was still alive. True, he could not survive without her but she could not survive without him either. He was her family, best friends since she slipped out of her mother and into the nest. He opened her eyes first and although she didn’t understand them then she later remembered what he had whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry little sis, I’ll always be there to take care of you.” Those little words meant so much to Owlflight. She’d always had someone to depend on. There was nothing she could do now. She could merely wait. Wait for them to let their guard down so she could sneak in and steal her littermate back.

Only… it seemed that they had a well though through plan. Owlflight waited for the remainder of the night as the cats had reached the river and were all too tired and hungry to cross it right then. Owlflight climbed a tree and peered down at the group. She counted seven in all including her brother. There were two other cats as limp as he was, they looked slightly familiar and the rogues stood to close to them and blocked Owlflight’s vision. If there are three prisoners then there must be four guards. Owlflight thought sleepily. She looked closer at the rogues attempting to memorize their faces. One tom, a big burly one with one eyes seemed to be the boss of the patrol. His deep gray tabby fur had some bald patches that showed scabs from recent battles. His face was the ugliest of all, pink scars crisscrossed all over and he felt no need to keep the hole that once held an eye shut. His remaining eye was deep amber, almost red in color. Whenever he peered over to the tree where Owlflight hid and scented the air she caught site of that eye. She felt he knew where she was but thought it impossible. However, every time he looked over there a smile spread across his revolting face. The smile along with the deep amber eye sent chills down Owlflight’s back.