Hello, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy. :)
Copyright- I do not own the Warriors series, it is owned by Erin Hunter and Harper Collins Publishing
Prologue
The night was warm and a cool breeze was blowing, the inky black sky was littered with glistening diamonds and the moon was a large silver orb in the night sky. A cat was sitting at the edge of a cliff, unafraid of the steep drop before him. His head was tilted towards the sky and his white fur was a luminous silver in the moonlight, giving the small cat a ghostly look.
"Starclan, give me a sign," he murmured anxiously. He sighed and looked over the gorge that the cliff overlooked. "Why have you left us? What are we going to do without your guidance?" he yowled into the silence, searching the dark skies again. An older cat stepped out of the shadows, his dark fur melting into the shadows but his green eyes shone bright in the darkness.
"Skycloud," the dark cat meowed, sitting beside the pale cat. "Has Starclan spoken to you?" he asked, worry tinged his mew.
"No, they are silent," the white cat said without facing the other cat. The older cat sighed before speaking,
"They have been silent for moons. Do you believe they have given up on us?"
"No, I just think even they don't know what to do," he answered solemnly. He turned and faced the cat, "I'm leaving. They are not speaking to me tonight Treestar."
"Skycloud, they could speak, it's not even moonhigh," the mottled cat protested.
"No, they are no-," he was cut off as a spasm shook his body, his legs buckled underneath him and he crumpled to the floor. Seizure after seizure shook his small frame and the larger cat looked on knowingly, not moving to help him. The small cat stopped shaking, his eyes rolled back, his mouth opened and in a raspy unlike his own spoke.
"The light will only arrive when the shadows defeat the darkness," he spoke the words over and over. He stopped as quickly as he had started, he returned to his normal state but when he tried to stand he couldn't. Treestar ran over to him and held the small cat up easily, his muscles rippling under his fur.
"Skycloud, are you ok? Can you stand?" Treestar asked anxiously, not letting the frail cat fall.
"Yes, I'm fine Treestar," he answered, stepping away from the muscular tom. He started walking but Treestar stopped him,
"Skycloud, was that a prophecy?" he asked although he knew he answer.
"Yes, I don't know what it means though. We must not tell the clan about this. He meowed gravely, with a glance behind him. He started padding away, but a yowl stopped him in his tracks.
"Nightbreeze!" Treestar yowled above the caterwauling coming from the middle of the gorge. Treestar glanced at Skycloud but he was racing down the path to the gorge.