Hannah

This is a story about '''Warrior Cats. '''(A story about cats)

Blurb: Hannah is a loner entering The Fighters, a group that wishes to take down the clans. Ever since the exile of her mother, Hannah’s been desperate to get revenge. But things change, people change. Change can be good, but also horrible. And when Hannah’s past comes to haunt her, Hannah must choose her side in an all-out war: Clans or Fighters?

Prologue
Jadestream panted quietly. She regretted every pawstep, every moment that led her to this time.

The whole of AshClan stood before her. They scowled and sneered, growled and hissed, glared and gawked.

She had been accused of murder. Murder of her own mate, and the leader: Yarrowstar.

It was completely shocking and absurd, from her idea. She had never done such a thing, but alas, someone set her up. Jadestream could only guess who it was: Frostclaw.

Frostclaw—let’s just say—had never been Jadestream’s favorite.

The deputy, Heronwing, was most angry at her. He had been almost as close to Yarrowstar as she was. He growled. “I hear fellow AshClan accuses you of murder!”

Tears dropped from Jadestream’s eyes. “You would think I would do such a thing! I was his mate!!”

“Things change, cats change,” was the only thing Heronwing responded.

“I can’t believe this!” Jadestream wailed. “I would never kill such a kindhearted soul!” Memories flashed through her mind—memories of Yarrowstar and her, meeting under the moonlight, sharing their vows, swearing to protect each other—

It only made Jadestream cry more. ''WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, STARCLAN?!?! WHY?! ''She thought.

“Well, explain the fur that was found on his claws. It matched your fur and had your scent.” Heronwing glowered at her, fury burning in his eyes. Jadestream noticed his claws sink into the ground. She winced, glaring at those who met her eyes.

“You will be exiled for your crimes. If you ever come back, my warriors will kill you. Do you understand?” Heronwing asked.

WIP