Title: Talons of the Raven
Chapters: Not sure...eight, maybe?
Author: Rockywave
Pairing: Crow(not feather, it would be slash and plus he wasn't born yet)xGray
Rating: PG
Summary: Talon, named after her father Ravenpaw, grows up in a cozy barn, where she is taught the ways of a loner. But when a powerful and elite group appears, Talon is blind to the horrors they are willing to do and naively joins. When she discovers the truth, is it too late for her to escape?
Warning: Some mild violence, though I tried not to make it descriptive like the real DH.
Disclaimer: Until Firestars' mother knows where the heck he is, I don't own Warriors.
Beta: N/A
Cover: N/A

Chapter 1

I stretched in the pale twilight, the faint morning rays warming my jet black pelt. My brothers Thunder and Tangle were still sleeping, along with my parents Ravenpaw and Sparrow. There was no sign of Barley, so I assumed he was out hunting (no time was too early for the old tom to get some food).

I was about to go back to sleep when I heard hurried thumps against the dry moorgrass and the rustle of leaves. My dark ears flicked back instinctively. I was sure the heavy noise was pawsteps.

It was far too early for the cats who called themselves "Clans" (I knew about them because my father used to be in the "ThunderClan") to be out on the "dawn patrol", or even to snatch up some prey.

Warily, I crept out of the faded old barn. My eyes flickered for any movement. I spotted a silver cat disappearing into the weak bushes around Barleys' farm, which lead to the "ShadowClans' " territory. Without thinking, I leaped inside the withered shrubs.

I peered though the foliage and saw the silver tom, along with a mottled dark ginger she-cat with menacing hazel eyes, that for the moment glowed with impatience. "Really, Boulder," said the orange cat, an edge in her snappy voice as she glared at the gray cat. "I'm thinking this 'powerful cat' doesn't exist. You said he'd be here by now."

"Just hold on a little bit more." replied the muscular tom. "I assure you, Russetstar, he will show up." As if on cue, suddenly two cats emerged from the tunnel under the Stormtrail. One was very big, a white tom with accented black stripes. He overshadowed a smaller cat. The only thing I could make out was that his pelt was jet black, just like mine.

"So," mewed the smaller one. "What do you want with me?"

"We need your help in taking total control of-" I didn't like where this conversation was going. In a heartbeat, I sprinted back to the barn, and crashed into a black blotched pelt.

"Oh, sorry, Barley." I panted. I gazed up at my fathers' friend, and I noticed a scrawny vole dangling from his jaws.

"Hi, Talon." meowed Barley. "What are you doing up so early?" "Same as you." I replied. "But since it's whitehill season and all-" Barley cut me off and nodded understandingly.

"Come on." he said, signaling towards the barn. "I bet your family's up by now."

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