Yeah, yeah. More fics, yay!

I know. Just look at the titles of my other fanfictions: Stormshadow's Doom, Stormfrost's Past. Seriously, what is with all the storms?

Plus, my penname is Stormshadow3, so that definitely adds to the list.

But this is different. I will write a book-length story about my own OC.

How is this different from the others? Well, Stormshadow's Doom was my first story, and was kinda weird in my opinion today. (Check it out anyways, because I feel like it's just sitting there gathering dust.) But it wasn't my avatar, even though my OC had the convenient name of Stormshadow. Stormfrost's Past, however, was based on forum experiences, and of course I chose the prefix of Storm.

I am determined to 1) Make this a successful fic, not expecting like ten favorites or something but still successful, 2) Be long, as long as a regular Warrior Cats book (gulp!), and 3) Nothing. I just like the number three.

Oh, boy. How am I going to make this book-length? I've never written a chapter over a thousand words!

Well, I'm just gonna have to suck it up and do it somehow.

I am NOT going to do any more author notes anymore. Maybe at the very end, when this story is all finished and complete, but none in the middle. That's cheating in my opinion. The story must be book-length even without the author notes.

Here we go again. Let's begin. Three, two, one...

GO!

Prologue

The forest was silent. Too silent. I closed my eyes, the soft breeze washing over me like a river tide.

"Froststar?" I heard a faint meow. "You all right there?"

"Yes, quite well, Silverpool," I whispered. The sound of the crickets filled me with sleep, and as the moon shone down, its bright white gleaming, I could almost feel myself dozing off into a deep sleep.

"It's been a long time since we've met like this; alone, watching the stars rise," she began.

I turned my head slowly, revealing a faint smile. "Of course. I was always too busy one way or another."

Silverpool chuckled slightly, and I leaned in closer to her. "Plus... With all this talk of war-"

She stiffened, and I paused. "Do you not wish to talk about war?"

"Oh, I've seen many battles in my lifetime, Froststar," she replied. I nodded grimly. Silverpool may not look like much, but she was almost a whole generation older than I ever was. Now, the moonlight shone down onto her ruffled light gray pelt, making the edges shine and making her look like some sort of glowing star-cat.

"But what about..." I stopped again, and cleared my throat. "What about those new kits that Ferndapple had? Those new apprentices that we appointed? There is always hope, Silverpool. It lives in ourselves."

She turned her head, and I saw something shine in her pale blue eyes that I had never seen before: respect. "You're wiser than I took you to be, Froststar," she muttered. I felt my face begin to redden. "Wow, thanks."

"You're always welcome," Silverpool said briskly. "Now, what were we talking about again?"

"Troubled times?"

"Oh, yes, and there's always that." She began scratching her back side absentmindedly. "But Streamclan is like the river: it weaves around the obstacles like water rushes around a boulder in the way."

"That's what we're named for," I answered.

No one else spoke for a long time. There was a whispering of wind in the trees, and I could hear the stream itself, somewhere near the edge of our territory: dark, flowing water, rushing through and running against the tide.

I was almost about to really fall asleep, when I was jolted awake.

BOOM.

My eyes flew open. "Silverpool, did you hear that?"

She began murmuring some highly unprintable curses. "It's just some thunder, Froststar. I thought you got over that when you were a kit."

I opened my mouth to argue with her, but the booming sounds were getting increasingly... unsettling to me for some strange reason. "Maybe we should go? It's getting really dark," I pressed.

She groaned. "What, it's raining already? Oh, fine, I'll go back camp with you."

We ran as lightning flashed and rain pelted us, soaking us. By the time we reached the safety of the camp, we were drenched head to toe in rainwater.

"That was intense," I gasped as I began hobbling back to my den, soaked like me.

Silverpool didn't reply for a while. I frowned, turned, and prodded her slightly with my remaining paw. "Hello?"

"Did you just see that?" She breathed. "The... the..."

"Okay, just calm down for a moment." I raised my eyes to the skies. "What did you just see?"

Silverpool's mouth opened, but then closed again after a heartbeat's hesitation, and shook her head. "No, you wouldn't believe it anyways. Besides, it's getting cold, I need to get back to my den!"

"Just tell me!" I begged, but she was already heading towards the medicine cat den behind us, the thick reeds entangling. "Wait!"

There was no answer, and I began scanning the stormy heavens desperately. Had Starclan sent us a sign? If so, they would want us to see it, right?

Suddenly, there was a white flash, everything went dark, and I could only scream as a pure bolt of thunder struck the old oak tree, standing just a single cat-length in front of me.

"Froststar!"

Heat scorched my pelt like fire, but it somehow felt like it was inside of me, too; I seriously felt like my entire existence was coming apart, if that makes any sense.

Then, out of the blue, it all just stopped.

"Froststar!" The shrill cry came again. I closed my nearly-blinded eyes, gasped for air, and did a fine example of courage: drop down onto the mud, half unconscious, and groan like all the life was being squeezed out of me.

"Over here!" Silverpool rushed over to my side, her dark gray eyes worried. "What are you all staring at?" She snapped at the shocked, passing cats. "Get him into my den now!"

There was a quick murmur among the crowd, and I felt thick, strong jaws pick me up. There was light. Unnatural lights. Was that a... cat? Yes, a black one, with-

"Froststar," Silverpool bent down over me. "Talk. What happened out there?"

I felt a slight annoyance to the interruption to my vision, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity. "I was just... standing there... when the lightning... hit... tree..."

"I know," she replied softly. "It's okay, just rest now... and you'll be fine. Don't worry about anything. Just rest."

I wanted to protest, but I could do no more as I closed my eyes wearily and sleep overtook me once and for all.

OoOoO

"Froststar..."

I spun around, my eyes wide, but nothing was there. Darkness, and nothing more.

"Who's there? Show yourselves!" I growled, my long claws unsheathing.

There came no cat out of the darkness, only voices. Sad, whispering voices. My head began to droop unexpectedly. "Who... what happened in this place?"

"Beware of the rising tempest, Froststar," I could almost make out. "They will destroy everything you know. If you are not careful, the downpours will..."

"Will what?" I pressed. "Tell me!"

But the darkness revealed nothing and everything at the same time, and as the world faded away from me, I could still the haunting echoes of the whispering voices...

OoOoO

"You awake yet?" a gentle voice meowed.

I groaned. "Sil... Silverpool?"

"It's me, Froststar," she purred, with a slight edge. "It was a rough night last night, but you got through it fine."

My heart sank, and visions of the pure white, filling my vision, and the searing heat, ran through me, faster than a flowing stream. "Oh, I remember, all right..."

She rested her tail on my shoulder. "Really, you were okay. The only thing that died was that poor tree; it had been standing there for Starclan knows how many moons."

I nodded, but I still felt that something was off. Something that was missing, something that I couldn't remember but somehow knew was important... "Wait, I need some time to think!" I called, but Silverpool was already out of the den, padding away into the morning sun as the usual day's chatter broke out.

So I started pondering.

What happened that was so important?... I racketed my brain. Sure, I almost got struck by lightning, but what else? Did I see anything unusual? Did I see any signs? Did I-

I stopped. Signs...

Wasn't that why I got hit in the first place? I was trying to... yes, find this sign that Silverpool supposedly saw. I shook my head. No, she really did see something. I can't doubt my own medicine cat now.

So what really did happen yesterday? Besides the voices...

I jolted up, not caring that my head crashed against the thick reed ceilings. "Those voices," I whispered.

The dream that I had, that must be it!

"Siverpool!" I shouted, struggling to get back onto my paws. "Wait! I need to tell you something!"

There came no answer. "Silverpool!" I yelled again.

There was a pause, then a dark shape appeared in the den entrance. "Blackscar!" I sighed with relief. "Can you tell Silverpool to come over here for a few moments?"

Blackscar shifted his paws nervously. "You see, Froststar..."

There came a yowl somewhere on the other side of camp, and I winced. "What?"

"I think Nightfall is having birth."