Disclaimer: I do not own the Warrior series by Erin Hunter, and sadly, I never will. I do not own StarClan, nor do I own ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan or WindClan.
Note: However, I do own the prophecy poem. :3
Please enjoy the story.
The Prologue
A thin shadow slipped cautiously out of the shelter provided by a large frond. The feline-shaped shadow glanced about, then flattened it's body close to the ground and crawled closer to the clearing.
He shouldn't be here. He knew it, but a prophecy had come, and none of the other adults seemed to know about it. But he knew. It tugged on his spirit, drawing him to the moon-lit clearing.
With one final look behind him, the feline hesitantly stepped into the clearing, his paws hardly making a sound. Now with the moonlight streaming down and illuminating the clearing, the tom's form became more visible.
The feline was a black dappled, tawny tom, who hardly looked six moons old. His eyes where icy blue, but they lacked the intelligence normally found in the eyes of a StarClan cat. The young tom was thin and fail looking. He silently padded towards a glimmering surface, sitting beside it, the tawny tom felt his breath catch in hisr throat.
So this was the fabled Pool of StarClan, where those wise enough received prophecies for the Clans below.
The tawny feline found himself gazing into a pool that had seemingly no depth. It's surface was smooth, and not a rippled marked the surface. The pool seemed to be the twin of the silvery moon, which floated above.
Gazing at the pool, the tawny tom suppressed a shiver of excitement. Only few got to see the Pool of StarClan.
"Once there was four Clans of the forest…" He murmured, the words jumping out of his mouth on their own accord. "ThunderClan, the loyal and brave, RiverClan, the Clan of the water, ShadowClan, the wily and shady Clan, and WindClan, the swift." The tawny cat was not sure if these where the right words, but the pool had begun to show reflections, not of the trees behind him, or himself, but of a cat from each of these Clans. "When Two-legs" He continued, using the Clan word for a human, "and their tree-cutting monsters came to the forest, the home of all four Clans was destroyed. But one brave cat, Firestar, united the Clan's and lead them to a new home.
"But one member from each Clan did not make it through the journey. Though by their Clans to be dead, Smokepaw, Briarthorn, Crystalgaze and Smallkit became separated from their Clans.
They each where wounded horribly, with almost no hope of surviving.
"Then something that even StarClan did not expect happened. Two-leg's found each cat, and took them away, healing them.
The Two-legs did turn the four into kittypets, like normal Two-legs, instead these Two-legs took Smokepaw, Briarthorn, Crystalgaze and Smallkit to an island.
"There, after much hardship, the four begun a new Clan. SpiritClan.
"We of StarClan watch over SpiritClan, like we do with ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan." The tawny cat finished. Steeling himself, he carefully reached out one paw to brush the surface of the pool.
Images exploded behind the tawny cat's eyes, making him want to yowl in surprise, but he found that his body would not move. Images of cats, darkness, a flower, and a bubbling substance flickered before him. Then, without realizing it, the tawny tom begun to speak.
"Can a Whisper win a fight?
Can a single tear bring darkness to light?
Two shall prevail,
One shall fail,
To walk the dark skies,
Severing all ties,
Forever will the island change,
Unless Copper sheds his chains,
Unless those touched by dark,
Find the truth within their hearts,
Peace rests in the paws of those,
That carry the Spirit Darkness sews."
The images stopped, and the tawny cat was flung backward by an invisible force.
A smile flickered across his muzzle as he picked himself up. But the smile quickly vanished.
He had the prophecy, the prophecy that could very well be the end of SpiritClan.