The wind was screaming, winding around the mountain tops, and into a golden valley. Three figures were sitting in the valley, the wind wasn't even buffering them. The first one of the three, a ginger tom, turned his head towards the second one, his ginger fur, outlined in sliver stars.
"What should we do?" The ginger tom asked a white she-cat, his amber eyes filled with worried.
"We do nothing, Flameheart, we can do nothing." The white she-cat mewed, sadness in her pale blue eyes. The third cat, a black and grey tom, stood up, glaring at the two cats, his green eyes blazing with hate and sadness.
"Swanfeather! How could you say such a thing, those are our clan mates down there! We have to do something. Anything." The tom hissed, his starlit fur bristling. Swanfeather looked at the tom, her claws glistening in the pale moonlight.
"Ravenstar, what do you think we can do, The clan must survive alone, without us." The white she cat snapped at Ravenstar, Flameheart then spoke up.
"I have to help them; A spark will form, the holly flower will bring death, but the spark will light the way through the blackest storm." Flameheart yowled as he was running away, as rain was starting to fall from the lightening sky. He disappeared from view, just as a claw of lighting flashed across the sky.
Mouse: Hey, this is my second Warriors fanfiction. Hope you like it, and please review.