Twilightclan: Dark Uprising-Prologue

      "The battle is soon Twilightclan! We will show those burrow loving fox-hearts who is strongest! Caveclan will fall!"

      Weaselstar's yowl rang in Ivorypaw's ears making his fur stand on end. Excitement coursed through him and thoughts of battle raced through his head. Everything he had ever learned about fighitng, and how to win. The dark tabby tom leaned forward to see his leader, surrounded by cats, and strained to hear what the dark brown tom was saying but pain shot through his body. 

      "You mustn't move! Ivorypaw your not going to heal if you don't lie there and stop ripping your bandages." Mitetail's irritated meow sounded from the back of the den. The white and gray tom was striping some dark green leaves of their stalks. Ivorypaw spat with irritation. 

       "I have to be at that battle. Weaselstar needs me!" 

        "Your too hurt from the last battle....and you wont sit still long enough for me to heal you!" 

         "Can't you heal me faster? I need to be there, please Mitetail! I want to be a Warrior, I've been in here for days!" Ivorypaw looked at the Medicine cat, his green eyes pleading. The gray and white tom paused for a moment then sighed heavily. He walked to the back of the den, vanished for a while, then returned with an assortment of herbs. 

        

         "There is one poultice that would heal you much quicker....you would be able to go to the battle with Weaselstar......" 

         Ivorypaw felt excitement prickle through him. "Yes! Make it then, I'll-" Mitetail stopped him with a raised paw, his dark blue eyes flashing with severity. 

        "The poultice comes at a price....its not something to take lightly-" 

         Ivorypaw felt irritation sear through him. He raised himself to his paws and hissed. "I don't care, I want to show Weaselstar I'll be a great Warrior! Just heal me, and I promise no more battles. Just this one!" Mitetail stared at the young tom for such a long time Ivorypaw began to feel self-concious. Then finally the old Medicine Cat began mixing the herbs, nodding his head slowly. 

        

      Ivorypaw sat down, feeling winded. He was really beaten up, but he would do anything to prove to Weaselstar he was a great Warrior. I'm destined to be leader one day. Nothing will stop me!