Yay! My first fanfic. Sorry if it's tacky or whatever. Since I'm new I might as well introfuce myself. I'm Clone, or I might go by Dylan C. (Neither of which are my real name. Don't be getting any ideas. Anyways, onto the story!
-Prologue-
Olivekit's eyes burned. The thick black smoke choked in his lungs. He stumbled away from the dense fire, desperately calling out names of any cat he knew. "Mouse-eye!" he screeched, "Momma!" She was nowhere to be found. "Icetail! Fernkit! Someone!" He wailed hopelessly. He knew his family, his entire clan, was dead. Engulfed in the flame. He was tired, weak, but he pressed on, through the dense wood that was full of new smells, and danger. Finally, Olivekit could take it no more. He scrambled into a hollow in a tree, curled up tightly in a ball, and fell asleep on the cold wood, fear, grief, and pain coursing throughout him.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Grumbled a speckled black-and-brown tom. "He is just a kit."
The crowd of shimmering cats murmured to each other at this statement.
"Absolutely." Mewed a dark grey she-cat, her eyes narrowing. She sat up, curling her tail around her legs.
"But-" The tom began. The she-cat cut him off.
"Do not ask. You know very well why." She hissed.
"I was only going to say he is hundreds of Kilometers from the forest cats. He will smell strange to them, And if he sets foot over the wrong border-" He snapped his mouth shut and sat straight, glaring at the she-cat. "Your decisions begin to worry me."
"As your hasty judgement do me." She said, trying to keep calm. She had never liked him when she was alive, anyway, and now he was being stubborn again.
A cat from the crowd spoke up, "I believe we should give the kit a chance, but he is right. He is far from the other clans."
"Then we will send the strength of Starclan with him on his journey." Meowed the she- cat strongly. "All cats in favor?"
Nodding and murmuring from the crowd. Her words had been enough to convince them.
"Very well then. I will accompany him on his journey, to make sure he completes his quest. Let this meeting come to an end." With that, the crowd slinked away into the trees. The tom hesitated a moment, then crept away. The she-cat sighed.
"The kit of brown shall bring peace to the forest, for it is only he who knows how." She murmured to her reflection in the pool at her feet. Then, she silently padded into the dense woods of Starclan.
