Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction! I hope you like it!
I decided to revise most of the story. There will still be most of the same plot elements, but I tried to put better personification and made the story make more sense.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS.
Prologue
A cat black as night slinked through the shadows.
The cat looked up longingly at the rising moon. It was full, but he wasn't going to the gathering. He wished he could be there instead, to communicate with the fellow medicine cats he considered friends.
The cat followed the path he had known so well, the one that all medicine cats had taken one way or another. Even some cats who weren't medicine cats had gone there to communicate with StarClan. The mysterious cat climbed down the dimpled pathway until he reached a huge cave. His amber eyes widened in astonishment. A waterfall roared angrily in front of him. To his left and right, mist wove around the worn walls of the cave. If he looked hard enough, he almost thought he could see the glimmer of precious gems, but it must've just been his imagination.
Mist wove around the tom's paws as he walked to a small beam of light, just big enough for a cat to sit in. He experimentally stretched a paw into the light. Immediately he could hear the spirits of his ancestors, whispering to him. Calling his name.
He stepped all the way into the beam. Small blue spots of light chased each other around. One stopped by him, and the tom could just make out a she-cat's face. The cat's eyes were bright and full of life and love, and her face was the most beautiful he had ever seen. She put her chin on his head lovingly, and he immediately felt sleepy. He laid down uncomfortably, his body curled, and fell asleep.
When the night-black cat awoke, he was in a beautiful place. There was a clearing surrounded by trees that changed from all the seasons in a matter of seconds. The grass was long, lush and green, and the sky was a midnight blue dotted with stars. He sat contently in the middle of the clearing, where a cool breeze ruffled his fur. It was amazing here; a utopia...
"Hello, Ravenwing."
The living daylights was scared out of the cat called Ravenwing. He jumped and whipped around, adrenaline surging through his veins. A dark gray tabby stood there. He immediately recognized her weathered features, and his nervous tension was relieved.
"Cinderfoot!"
He purred and dipped his head in greeting. She was the old medicine cat of FrostClan. They had met at a gathering and had been old friends ever since. She twitched her whiskers in acknowledgement, and beckoned for Ravenwing to sit down.
"How have things been in MountainClan?" She inquired.
"They could be better, I guess. Harefur, my mentor, just died a few sunrises ago, from greencough. The whole Clan has been mourning for him. He was a beloved medicine cat; a great friend." The tom bowed his head, mourning for his lost friend. Sadness and regret glimmered in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Harefur is a good friend of mine. I'll tell him you said hello."
"Thank you, Cinderfoot."
"Now, why have you come here? You should be at the gathering." The old she-cat's eyes shone with worry.
"I... well, there have been some rumors going around... about a prophecy."
Cinderfoot's eyes darkened.
"What is this prophecy, Cinderfoot?" He pressed on.
The old she-cat sighed wearily. At last, the time that she had been dreading had come.
"Are you positively sure you want to hear this information? You will be weighed down by it your whole life."
"I..." Did he really want to know? To be burdened by this information for the rest of his life? To know that one cat in the Clan held a special destiny above the others? Cinderfoot's stark blue eyes bored into him, demanding an answer.
Finally, he made a decision.
"Y-yes. I will hear the prophecy." Ravenwing prepared himself for the worst.
"I prayed to StarClan while I was alive that I would never have to share this information. But, alas..." Suddenly, the she-cat's eyes turned an unnatural shade of deep blue. Her whole body stiffened, and her eyes clouded. Ravenwing tensed. He had never witnessed prophecy-telling himself, only heard terrifying stories.
Cinderfoot inhaled a hoarse, shuddering breath.
"Oh, StarClan... Cinderfoot, are you-"
The tom's voice was cut off as she spoke.
"A storm is building, raging
heading for Clans worth saving.
The one with the misshapen tail
will lead his dark Clan into battle, without fail.
Two sisters, separated by force
one taken into the Clan without remorse.
The forest, a war they cannot avoid
And the Clans will be either saved or desroyed."
Cinderfoot took another shuddering breath, then collapsed.
"Cinderfoot!" Ravenwing cried in anguish, and rushed over to where his old friend lied.
He stood there for a few terrifying moments, praying to StarClan that she would wake.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Oh, good. You're okay," The black tom sighed in relief.
"Well, I'm already dead, remember?" The tabby mused, then pushed herself back on her haunches.
"Oh... yeah, right." Embarrassment prickled at his fur. That was stupid of him to say, of course she was still here.
"So, the prophecy..." Ravenwing started. He couldn't even wrap his mind around it. It was strange and confusing... there is no cat who has a misshapen tail, or even two sisters in the Clan for that matter.
"Don't fret. I haven't the slightest idea what it means, and look at how old I am!" Cinderfoot's whiskers twitched in amusement.
Then, a rustling from the bushes came from close by. Cinderfoot looked around, as if she heard something that Ravenwing didn't.
"What is it?" The tom asked nervously.
"Someone's coming. You have to leave. Now. No cat must know that I was talking to you. Don't tell the prophecy to any cat, not even your closest friend. Not even to your family, or whomever you think the prophecy is about. Now go!"
The beautiful clearing of StarClan started to fade, replaced by cold, hard stone and the roaring of the waterfall. Finally, he was fully back into the cave. Dawn light shone through the gap in the rock above. His muscles ached, and the poor tom was developing a massive headache. He mustered up the strength to get up, and scrambled up the dimpled pathway.
The last words of the prophecy echoed in his mind. What could ever have the power to possibly destroy the Clans?
That question would have to be answered another day.
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