Warriors Special Edition: Alimon's Path

Alimon has been separated from Amon and now finds herself by a lake where the four Clans live. What's even more shocking is that she has been chosen by StarClan to fulfil the prophecy of the Twoleg Whisperer.

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Prologue

A small pool of water lay in a moon drenched clearing, the edges of the clearing ringed with foliage all shades of green, yet tonight, turned silver. From the shadows of the leaves, sharp eyes looked out, starlight dancing in the bright ambers, blues and greens. Suddenly, a blue she-cat, silver in the light, darted out of the shadows, her pacing slowing until she stopped by the edge of the pool. With a wave of her tail, many cats followed, their pelts glittering with stars. The she-cat raised her head so her sharp blue eyes could take in every cat around her. Moons seemed to pass until someone spoke.

"Well, Bluestar? Why did you call us here?" Bluestar turned her head to her right, where a black tom pushed his way forward. She dipped her head to the tom. His tail lashed impatiently.

"Well? Get on with it!" Bluestar gave a small hiss at the tom's tongue, but before she could snarl back a reply, a softer voice came from the other side of the pool.

"Now, now, Nightstar. Let Bluestar tell us once she's ready". Bluestar dipped her head to the she-cat, a tortoiseshell with amber eyes. Turning back to Nightstar, she opened her mouth when an amused purr interrupted her.

"It seems that ShadowClan will always keep their temper".

"Thank you, Oakheart, although I didn't need your help". A reddish brown tom appeared beside him, his starry amber eyes brimming with amusment. He dipped his head and stepped back, allowing Bluestar through to the pool. She looked up again, before focusing on Nightstar.

"This is why I called you here". She touched the pool with one paw. The water rippled, sometimes splashing onto the shore. But the cats were too entranced on the picture forming in the pool to worry about their wet paws. When the picture was clear, yowls of fright and anger arose from the crowd, with only Bluestar, Nightstar, Oakheart and the tortoiseshell remaining calm. Some other cats were frozen with shock. Eventually, a dark grey she-cat with a flattened muzzle and annoyed amber eyes yowled above the rest, silencing the cats. She pushed herself forward so she could talk to Bluestar.

"Bluestar, myself and Spottedleaf have already seen this picture-" she lashed her tail to stop an elder near her from interrupting, "-and we payed it no further attention. It doesn't seem too serious". Nightstar gave a loud hiss of disbelief.

"Doesn't seem too serious? Yellowfang, this is Twolegs we're talking about". Yellowfang turned on the tom.

"I understand completely what we are talking about, but there is a solution to this without making the Clans leave again". Mews of confusion filled the clearing. Oakheart stepped forward until he was only a mouse-tail away from the pool.

"What do you mean, Yellowfang? What...solution?" The other cats in the clearing started shouting again, curious about what solution Yellowfang was talking about. A yowl from Bluestar silenced them all. She dipped her head to the grey she-cat. Yellowfang blinked in thanks. She raised her head to where more stars hung in the sky.

"I am talking about a prophecy". More mews started, but before they could escalate, the two leaders yowled for order.

"A prophecy", Yellowfang continued "about a cat that can talk to Twolegs. They will stop the Twolegs from driving out the Clans again". She touched the pool with a paw, and, once the picture was clear, a slender white she-cat adorned the pool. She had beady black eyes that were edged by a claw of blue. From the silver of the moon, her fur shone like water, especially with the way her pelt rippled in the water. She had a fish in her mouth and she was streaking across a grassland. The cats started whispering to one another again. This time, the leaders, deputy and medicine cats allowed it. Then, a voice shouted from the crowd, "Tell us the prophecy instead of what it is about". Yellowfang dipped her head, though to no cat in particular.

"Very well then". Before she could recite it, Spottedleaf padded forward and whispered something in Yellowfang's ear. Then, the elder stepped back with a dip of her head. The tortoiseshell cleared her throat before shouting, almost to the heavens,

"To prevent the destruction of the Clans, the Twoleg Whisperer shall come and end it all".