Ok guys, please bear with me because I know I'm not all that good of an author, but I'm gonna try with a new story. Please review and tell me if my story sucks or not. Here goes. Wish me luck.
Prologue
A full moon shone over a deserted hollow. A small stream trickled quietly into a glassy pool, barely rippling the dark surface. The scent of late greenleaf hung heavily in the air. The ferns at the top of the hollow rustled quietly in a warm, silent breeze. Trees bent over the star-filled water.
Suddenly, the bracken rustled and, one by one, dark shapes of cats slipped silently out of the shadows from the sides of the hollow and down to the pool. They settled down, by the edge of the pool and waited silently. Then one cat, a slim, young tortoiseshell, stepped to the edge of the water and spoke, "Cats of Starclan, you have all seen what is to come, the doom of this forest that we call home. Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together and shake the forest to its roots. You all have seen this and know what must be done. However, I have found another prophecy that foretells two different troubles. Two cats will come together and protect the forest from death and disaster. Have any of you seen this?"
"I have, Spottedleaf," answered a blue-gray she-cat, in a low voice.
"As have I, Bluestar. Many of the medicine cats as well," rumbled a black tom with a twisted paw, "Have any from Shadowclan or Riverclan seen this?"
The signs are fainter for us than you because it affects Thunderclan and Windclan the most, Deadfoot," replied a bracken-colored tom, "But it is clear that, however faintly, it will affect the rest of us as well."
Spottedleaf nodded solemnly and lowered her head, touching the water with her nose. All eyes were fixed on the surface of the pool, which rippled silently. Then the reflection of stars faded to a red gleam that filled the air with the stink of blood. The water churned and seemed to writhe as if in pain. Shadows of fleeing cats shone out. Two cat-shadows stood in the center, filled with starlight, the only comfort in the sea of blood. Slowly the nightmarish scene faded and was replaced by the dappled light of stars once more. Spottedleaf lifted her head again and mewed, "You have seen this omen and now hear this," She paused and when she spoke again her voice had become low and rasping, "Marsh of the winds and silver thunder shall join together and shield the forest against death and disaster."
Her voice became a soft mew again, and she continued, "This is the prophecy. The two cats cannot stop the doom but perhaps they are the only ones that can stop the tide of blood that will be raised around the clans, threatening to consume them and keep them, especially Thunderclan, from completing the journey, or even beginning it."
"You must take the prophecy to Thunderclan. They need to know about it. We must watch over the two that will fulfill the prophecy. They must be kept safe," murmured the blue-gray cat.
"All of Starclan will watch them, Bluestar" called a snowy queen from the back of the crowd.
"Indeed," murmured Spottedleaf. She nodded to the group of assembled cats then leapt away through the trees.
Slowly, one by one, the cats got to their paws and separated, padding away into the trees. Finally, the only one that remained was Bluestar. She bowed her noble head and reached down, touching the water with one paw. For a moment, the outlines of two young cats, their fur filled with stars, appeared again on the water's surface. Then she padded away through the bracken, the reflections faded and the clearing was still once more.