The Forgotten Tribe {Warriors Fanfiction}

Prologue

Many, many seasons ago...

Minnowpool lay out a row of burdock and chervil roots on the floor of the medicine cat den. With a sigh, she began treating a deaf tom with severe rat bites. He complained, but she ignored him and continued her work without a word.

"Any news lately?" A familiar voice politely whispered from the entrance.

"Unfortunately." Minnowpool frowned. "And they aren't good, especially for RiverClan."

The new figure came into view, revealing himself as Jaystar. "Well, what is it?"

"The tribe downriver." Minnowpool looked in the direction downriver, pointing with her nose. "They're in trouble, and they're coming this way, for hospitality."

"Do they expect clan cats and tribe cats to live as one? That's mouse brained!" Jaystar exclaimed, beginning to pace around the medicine cat den anxiously. "The clans won't have enough room, and I'd hate to split them apart."

"But they will. They will have to." Minnowpool's tone sharpened. "Our legacy is safety and loyalty to our clan, right? What harm would more warriors be? If anything, this is an advantage for ThunderClan, if we can convince most of them to join us."

Jaystar thought for a moment, thinking. "I see what you mean. We'll discuss it when they arrive, we'll host a meeting and figure it out. Until then," he stared at the medicine cat with an angry glare, "no contacting the other clans about this. This stays between you and me. Understood?"

Minnowpool swallowed. "Understood." 

After Jaystar left, she returned to treating the deaf tom. He grumbled, and she just licked his ear in a comforting way. As calm as she seemed, the sign worried her. In the future, what would happen? Would the clans be mixed with tribe blood?

Whatever will happen, she needed to forget about it and focus on her duties. She sent the tom off and left the den in search of catmint, her tail flicking in distress.