This a short story that I came up with. It's here to help me with writer's block on my other stories. It takes place back in the old forest.
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A Tiger's Sight
Chapter 1
Starclan gathered to watch the Gathering. The Clans were strong. They were at peace with one another. Viperstar of Shadowclan had done his best to smooth things over after the death of Clawstar. He had entered Thunderclan camp and offered a portion of his territory for a whole moon. Lizardstar, the Thunderclan leader, had recognized the peace offering, accepting it readily. He understood the cost of war. Thunderclan didn't need to fight any more. Also, his Clan had more kits that needed fed. The territory for a moon would go a long way into feeding them. With Blizzardstar, Riverclan's huge leader, Lizardstar had made an agreement over the disputed Sunningrocks. Breezestar had worked out a truce between Shadowclan and Windclan. Now all four Clans were here, talking happily. The leaders sat on the Great Rock with proud smiles on their faces. To see them happy and peaceful filled them with peace and hope.
One starry ancestor padded forward. Her blue eyes narrowed as Blizzardstar stepped forward to speak. The others waited patiently for this black she-cat to speak. Finally she did so, "We all know what is coming. However, we know that Riverclan is in the greatest danger. Skychaser refuses to listen to us. Dapplefoot doesn't even believe we exist! Blizzardstar ignores the warnings we whisper into his ears. How are we supposed to warn them?"
"We'll find a way," a ginger tom with a white belly meowed calmly. His bushy tail flicked nervously, "We have to find a way. If we don't then Riverclan will be destroyed."
"Then perhaps I can be of some help," a soft voice meowed.
The starry cats turned to face a small white she-cat with large brown patches, black paws, and amber eyes. She padded forward until she stood in the center. Her eyes watched the Gathering for a few, long moments. The cats around her started to shift uncomfortably. Finally she looked up at them all.
"Every cat down there will have a legacy. For two, that legacy will bring forth the hope that we need to rely on." Her amber eyes began to glow as she continued, "Upon the coldest of nights, a tiger's sight will prove to be the greatest of them all. We must wait until the time is right. The cat we are seeking, hoping for, will come at that point."
The first she-cat hissed, "I hope you are right, Dawnmist. How will we know who that cat is?"
"We will know. There will be no other that can carry this burden. Well…no other that will listen to our voice," Dawnmist replied softly.
With that, the brown and white medicine cat padded into the starry trees. The others remained where they were. Half the Gathering was still to come. They had to make sure the peace was kept. It was the Clan's only hope for survival. A darkness they couldn't fight was coming. If only Starclan had the power to fight it off. If only they could guarantee the safety of the Clans. However, it was out of their control. Only the living cats could save themselves. For Riverclan, it would be a particular living cat.
For who could listen without being a medicine cat?
Who could talk to a blind leader?
The cat they were hoping for would have to be the strongest and smartest if they were to guide a stubborn Clan that ignored the warnings of Starclan.
What do you think? I may complete this quickly because it's meant to be short (no more than eight chapters).