The Decline of ShimmerClan

by Icefire7773

Icystrike, a warrior of ShimmerClan, has one goal in mind: Overthrow the leader and take her rightful place at the head of the Clan, with the help of her dead mentor. But will she be distracted by a certain tom... or should she say, toms? Will her plan lead to the decline of ShimmerClan? Please read, I would really appreciate any readers! First fic, don't hate on it? :P

1. Prologue

Prologue

In StarClan, the heavenly warriors paced anxiously about the hunting grounds. One spoke up, calling the attention of all the others. "My friends, I believe we are all troubled by the same knowledge." Murmurs of agreement rolled through the clearing. Continuing, her voice grew louder. "I have seen that in the future, there will be treachery. Treachery that leads to... the fall of our beloved Clan."
Another cat stepped forward. "Now, now, we don't know that it will lead to the decline of ShimmmerClan, Bluestream..."
The gray warrior snarled. "Don't you see, Daisypelt? You've been blinded by your love for your kits. Can't you see that they are not responsible for some small dispute to come in the Clan, but the end of the Clan itself? You never understood this, but the way they would torment all the other kits and apprentices? That wasn't bravery or playfulness. It was a warning of the future, one we all ignored like mouse-brains. Couldn't you see the cruelty gleaming in their eyes? The sharpness in their claws that never seemed to be turned on anyone but their Clanmates?"
Daisyflower's eyes misted. "They- they were my kits... I couldn't believe that they were anything but perfect... I couldn't give up on them like... like my..." she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. All the cats in the clearing nodded sympathetically.
Even Bluestream's fury seemed to dissipate like morning dew. "I'm sorry, Daisyflower. I know you wouldn't want to be like your mother and abandon your kits. But your mother didn't have a good reason to leave you. You were always perfect. But your kits... they always were bad, through and through. You deserved better kits."
A pale brown tabby padded out of the shadows. "That's true, she deserved kits like none ever born. But that's in the past. Our troubles lie in the future."

Okay, if you don't like this prologue, I get that, but please keep reading! I notice that the majority of the views are on this chapter, which indicates that people read this chapter, and just don't read the rest. If you're doing that, please read on to the next few chapters because I know that the prologue wasn't the best, but I hope you give the rest of the story a chance. Thank you!