Moonlight streamed down around StarClan's sacred pool, filtering through the graceful trees arcing high above. The midnight blue water rippled slightly as, from the shadows, cats appeared. One, a slim blue she-cat, took the highest boulder, looking down at her companions calmly.
"There has been a bend in the road," she said impassively, her elegant head held high.
"A bend in the road, #%&^*%!$%^!!!!!!!!!!!" Yellowfang grumbled. Feathertail looked shocked.
"Yellowfang! Shut up, Mosskit will hear you!"
"Little tyke sleeps too much anyhow," Yellowfang muttered, settling down awkwardly on a flat rock. Spottedleaf fought the urge to tell Feathertail that Mosskit already knew quite a few swear words, and laid gently on a lichen covered rock at the water's edge. She bent her head and took a few sips of the ice cold pool, remaining motionless as a swirl of visions surrounded her.
"This is so sad," she murmured to the cat next to her.
"My Clan totally right," said Brokenstar acidly. Whoops, wrong side.
"Yes, it is," mewed Honeyfern.
Since Honeyfern had departed from ThunderClan, the whole lake had been turned upside down. The RiverClan medicine cats had BOTH had kits within a half moon of eachother –Mothwing mated with some elder, but Willowshine with Crowfeather, which made it much worse, But Squirrelflight, who had experience with these kinds of things, had sheltered them, which naturally sprouted all kinds of rumors about how she'd been cheating on Brambleclaw (while she was with him, anyway) and every tom in the hollow had been terrified of Firestar. Luckily, that problem was quickly solved after Firestar ate deathberries, drowned, had his belly slit open by a rabid squirrel, got electrocuted, and tripped and fell off Highledge.
***He had five lives left, right? Right….***
However, ShadowClan was immediately suspicious, and by the next Gathering, had discovered the secret.
"AAaaaaaaaaacccchhmmmmmeeemmmm," announced Blackstar, clearing his throat.
"Gesundtheit!" squeaked Ivypaw before being jumped on by her mentor.
"It has come to my attention……………………" Usually Firestar would have been able to smooth the whole thing over, but it was BRAMBLEstar now, and seeing as Squirrelflight was his ex, not to mention all the rumors about her cheating on him (even if Blackstar had just disproved that) He. Was. Mad.
Spottedleaf's whirl of color condensed to one memory, clear and unwavering, accompanied by the angry shouts of the warriors.
"RUN!" Rowankit urged his sister and the two other kits faster as they sped aimlessly through the trees, probably in ShadowClan. Oh, yep, a frog. But soon, the pine trees gave way to a slick, muddy bank and a wide, turbulent river.
"Looook!" said Rainkit, who, as usual, had been looking around being spastic. "Those puffy things!" He ran over and jumped one. "!!!!!!!!!" He giggled evilly.
"Get off them, we can use it to float down the river. Then we won't have to try to swim this," Rowankit shuddered.
"I'll push it in!" yowled Rainkit, pushing (if you haven't guessed it yet) the intertube in front of him.
"I'm pushing it in, skunkhead," snapped Cherrykit, his younger sister.
"Will you two shut up?? I'm pushing it in," sighed Rowankit, sliding it over the edge and bouncing on. His sister, Fernkit, followed him with a graceful leap, and Cherrykit and Rainkit followed her quickly, terrified of being left behind. As the innertube whizzed down the river, the storm grew stronger, thundering, raining, and strong winds swirled around them. An hour later, they were no longer on the innertube, being swept down the river with the might of a hundred lions. It was the next morning they were discovered by SeaClan's hunting patrol, lying wet and motionless in the salt marsh, where the river met the sea.
"This is a major problem," Redtail sighed.
"They are part of the prophecy!" complained Yellowfang. "They can't just pack up and LEAVE!!!"
"Look, they didn't exactly pack up and leave," said Crookedstar resignedly.
"Sorry about that, this is kind of my fault," winced Firestar. Everyone hastened to assure him that it wasn't his fault he'd been attacked by the rabid squirrel.
"Who knew they had machetes?" pointed out Whitestorm with his irrefutable logic, before taking a nap.
Bluestar stood up.
"The prophecy was destined in the stars. A bitter Clan leader cannot change Silverpelt. They will learn and grow with these new Clans, gain strength and knowledge, so they can fulfill their destiny." And with that, she left, leaping off the boulder into the shadows. There was an awkward silence.
"Let's have a snack," suggested Hollyleaf, who had randomly appeared, and they all went off to find the nonexistent freshkill pile.
ALLEGIANCES
Leader: Sunstar, gold tom
Deputy: Kelpwhisker, brown tom
Medicine cat: Saltspray, gray she-cat