Prologue
Pawsteps echoed in the dark silence. A transparent tortoiseshell she-cat sat in a small clearing, surrounded by ferns. Tall trees that blocked out the moon surrounded her, hiding the she-cat's pelt with the shadows. Ferns and bushes dotted the clearing she sat in. Her tail swished impatiently, her pale amber eyes narrowing into slits, as she waited.
Heartbeats passed before a snow-white tom burst through the thick undergrowth, panting. "Sorry I'm late, Mapleshade," he murmured, glancing at the she-cat to check that she wasn't going to claw his pelt off. "As expected of you, Snowtuft, always late." the she-cat, Mapleshade, sneered at the tom. Snowtuft narrowed his eyes before replying to the she-cat's insult, fighting to keep a steady tone, "I see you still haven't disappeared? I thought an ancient cat like you must have been forgotten already." The ginger tortoiseshell snorted, looking at the tom like an apprentice that needed to be taught. "Well, after the Great Battle, the Clans include me in their nursery tales. It helps me to be remembered, not get forgotten and fade away." she purred humorlessly, a dry, rough purr that made Snowtuft's spine tingle.
Mapleshade tilted her head at the lean, scarred tom, her claws unsheathing. Snowtuft flinched as Mapleshade continued speaking with her usual obnoxious tone. "Relax, you cowardly furball. I just wanted to tell you that you have a mission." Her amber eyes, sparkling with malice and sadistic anger, fixed onto his ice-blue irises. Snowtuft shifted his posture on the dark, slimy ground, his pelt prickling uncomfortably at the glare Mapleshade was giving him.
"A mission?" He echoed, unsure of what the ragged she-cat was telling him.
Mapleshade nodded, twitching her tail-tip. "Those StarClan cats made another prophecy, which I think we could use to our advantage. Those code-loving cats make too much prophecies, don't you think?" When the snowy-white tom didn't respond, she flicked her ears before continuing. "Harsh snow will bring destruction to all Clans, but a single cat, as pure as a rose, will melt through the snow and save the Clans." Her pelt bristled, and Snowtuft, having forgotten their previous short quarrel, pricked his white-furred ears, ready to hear what he had to do.
Mapleshade's voice rang clear through the dark silence of the Place of No Stars, a smirk coming onto her face as she spoke the next sentence:
"Find the cat, the Snow; train it to our side. And kill the other, along with StarClan. Then, maybe they'll see, that they are weak, and always will be."
Hello! I would really like it if you reviewed this story, and I'm new, so I'm really sorry if my grammar's bad. Thanks for reading!
-Dovefoot