Storm Rising

by Nightsplash of ShadowClan

"When clouds take over the sky, they will rain blood on the forest." Eaglepaw is just a normal apprentice, seven moons old. His brother, Nightpaw, is always getting in trouble, but Eaglepaw is a model apprentice, perfecting his hunter's crouch, winning every practice battle he does. But his perfect life is shattered by the prophecy- or is it just being rebuilt? Rated T for Violence

1. Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS. ERIN HUNTER DOES.

INTRODUCTION

Hello, I'm Journey! This is my first story! The Clan is on my page, so if you want to know all the characters, please go there. Here is the shortcut: u/6146942/

Anyway, enjoy the story!

"Limppaw, bring me some yarrow! Petalkit ate some crowfood!" The brown she-cat nodded and limped over to the little cave where the medicine den was. Petalkit was near the nursery, choking on rotten vole. Frozenfire pushed on his chest, patiently waiting for Limppaw, knowing his apprentice took longer because of his disability. Two of the apprentices, Eaglepaw and Nightpaw, watched amusingly as she regretingly swallowed the bitter yarrow leaves when Limppaw came back. Then Frozenfire rushed her to the dirtplace, and a moment later, she came back, looking sick.

Keep her off of the prey pile for a while, get the prey for her. And for StarClan's sake, Nightpaw, don't bring crowfood to camp again!" Nightpaw, choking to stifle his purr, nodding and bounced off to the apprentice den, a little cleared area sheltered by bushes. Nightpaw felt bad, but not as much as he thought he would. Petalkit looked hilarious, choking on the crowfood. His mentor, Beechfoot, stormed into the apprentice den a moment later, catching a few leaves in his fur, looking angry.

"Nightpaw, what am I going to do with you?" Nightpaw shrugged.

"I dunno, train me, like you're supposed to?" Beechfoot swished his tail crossly and stalked out. Nightpaw knew why he was so angry- for one, what an embarrassment to have your apprentice poison a kit. For two, not just A kit, but HIS kit. Nightpaw yawned and lay down in his nest, and took a little nap.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Nightpaw! You're going on evening patrol, since for some reason, you decided to doze off and take a nap for the whole sunhigh instead of helping around camp!" Nightpaw got up guiltily and walked out into the camp. Mintpool, Eaglepaw, Thornheart, Beechfoot. Plus Nightpaw. Okay, that was a decent patrol. Except for Beechfoot, who still looked mad about the crowfood- oh well. Maybe Nightpaw could catch another rabbit, a real one, to make it up to him.

The patrol set out, Thornheart leading it. The sun was just setting belowo the trees, making the forest shine golden. The orange, swelling sun looked like a big ball of fire, lighting the sky and the forest up with beautiful light.

They came to ShadowClan border. Thornheart was the first to set his mark, and then Beechfoot and Mintpool let Eaglepaw and Nightpaw practice marking the border. Nightpaw had just finished when he heard rustling on the other side of the scent markers.

"Rowanpaw, it's just a ThunderClan patrol."

"I know, but they might eat us!"

Four cats emerged, two apprentices and two warriors, probably their mentors. One apprentice was ginger, the other one dark gray. The ginger cat's mentor was pure white with an ice cold stare, the other a brown tabby, with ivy green eyes.

"What are you doing here?" the ginger apprentice asked tensely. Thornpaw purred. "We're on ThunderClan territory, not ShadowClan." The apprentice shrunk back, the big white tom taking his place.

"Obviously they're just checking our territory for prey nearby," said Eaglepaw, his shoulder fur bristling. Mintpool purred and swished him back with her tail.

"Sorry about my apprentice, Snowstorm. This is his first rival patrol meeting," Mintpool told the white tom apologetically. Snowstorm looked a little tense, but nodded, and flicked his tail to dismiss the patrol, who stalked away. Eaglepaw, looking embarrassed, hid behind Mintpool as the dark gray apprentice glared at him while she walked away.

"Who was that?" he asked Mintpool, pointing his tail at the dark gray she-cat.

"Oh, I think that's Cloudkit- I mean, Cloudpaw. I was good friends with her mother, before she died after six moons since kitting." Eaglepaw twitched his whiskers surprisingly, and the patrol went on, and finally getting back to camp, all cats in their nests, the moon shining brightly down on the camp, making the hollow glitter like stars, no fern or flower not bathed in the beautiful silver moonlight. All was content.

At least, for now.