Hi! My name's Mintfeather, but you can call me Minty or Mint if you want to. This is the story from the create-a-cat I made. If you still want to add a cat please contact me through a PM. And if you can't I guess a review will do. Ha, that rhymes =) Anyways here's the prologue and I hope you enjoy it!

Prologue

There were no stars or moon in the haunting sky. Everything was dark and ominous throughout the forest. Beneath the giant leafy canopies light fog spread through the area. There were no breezes and everything was cold as if it were leaf-bare.

A giant well-built dark brown tabby tom stood in a small clearing. His piercing amber eyes held ambition and smugness. To his side was a small black tom with a collar of dog and cat teeth around his neck. More cats had gathered too but the two toms held a leadership aura.

"The time has come," The tabby tom announced breaking the silence. "No cat that was in the previous battle lives. It is our time to take over the lake and destroy StarClan."

Murmurs spread through the crowd and the other tom spoke up. "If we succeed then we can have whatever we want and do whatever we want. All cats will know our names and fear us even more."

A black tom with darkening amber eyes stood up. "What if we fail like last time, Tigerstar? What will happen then?"

Tigerstar glared at the tom. "Breezepelt, we will not lose again. Our numbers have grown thanks to Scourge. BloodClan is now as powerful as ever, living and dead."

Breezepelt did not flinch but he sat back down. Tigerstar looked around as if daring anyone else to speak up. The cats looked to each other and no word was spoken.

Satisfied, Tigerstar looked over to Scourge. "Care to speak?"

Scourge's neck fur bristled and he bared his teeth at the other cats. "All of you are either with us or against us. Great if you're with us, however, if you're against us you will pay the consequences. Anyone who's against us leave now, but remember, we will know."

No one made a move and Tigerstar spoke once more. "How many of you actually know what we're planning to do?" The rally of cats looked at one another confused. "I shall take that as a no." Tigerstar shook his head. "Everyone, come and look. Feast your eyes on one of the greatest births that shall ever happen."

All the cats then vanished.

A yowl of pain echoed through the camp. A pale gray she-cat clenched her jaw only to reopen it and let out another yowl. A golden tabby she-cat sat besides the queen with her fluffy white apprentice beside her.

"Come on," The golden tabby encouraged. "One more push and your first kit will be out."

"What's happening?" A small black-and-gray kit with white paws piped up. "Why is Goldenpelt in here with Snowpaw talking to Sootclaw?"

"Quiet, Ashkit," The spotted silver queen said firmly.

"Why?" Ashkit whined.

Then there was another yowl. A small bundle of fur was pushed over to Snowpaw and she began to lick it. Thoughts ran through her mind as she licked the newborn. She felt like she was being watched. She licked faster and rougher when she felt the kit not responding.

"Goldenpelt," Snowpaw cried alarmed. "This kit isn't responding!"

"What are they talking about?" Ashkit asked curiously.

"Why don't you go outside and get some fresh-kill?" The spotted silver queen suggested.

"But I don't want to, Spottedtail!"

"Ashkit," Spottedtail scolded.

Ashkit let out a growl and went to leave the Nursery. However, she stopped and crept along to where all the commotion was. Goldenpelt and Snowpaw were licking bundles of fur while Sootclaw was panting. A small mew came from one of the bundles and Snowpaw put it by Sootclaw's belly. Soon enough another mew came from the other bundle and it was placed by the other bundle.

"Two toms," Goldenpelt said softly.

Goldenpelt knew something wasn't right. Her amber eyes hid her fear when she froze. Everywhere in the Nursery were faint outline of cats. No one else noticed but Snowpaw.

"Goldenpelt?" Snowpaw squeaked.

"Why don't you go get some more borage and poppy seeds?" Goldenpelt suggested.

Snowpaw stared at her mentor before replying. "O-oh sure," And she left.

"What are those?" Ashkit inquired while bounding over.

"These are my kits," Sootclaw replied with a sigh. "They're only a moon younger than you."

A dark brown-and-white tom burst in and went over to Sootclaw. "Are you ok?" He licked the top of her head. "With your yowls I thought you were dying."

Sootclaw rolled her eyes. "I'm fine, furball. We have two toms now. What should we name them?"

The tom glanced at his sons then put his tail on the brown tabby tom. "Clawkit, after my ancestor,"

"It seems very violent for a kit, Thornfang, ancestor or not."

Thornfang unsheathed his claws and sunk them into the ground. "His name is Clawkit."

Ashkit then piped up. "The other's name should be Sharpkit then. You know, claws are sharp and all."

"Sharpkit and Clawkit," Sootclaw shook her head. "The rest of ShadowClan is going to think we're thinking about battles after naming our kits."

"Let them think what they want." Thornfang growled. He spun around and left.

All the Dark Forest cats reappeared in the clearing once again. They were more confused than before now.

"What you just witnessed is our future leaders of the lake whom are alive." Tigerstar stated. "They are my kin, born ruthless and ambitious."

"Isn't it bad that they're in the same Clan?" A she-cat asked from the crowd.

"No," Tigerstar hissed his eyes flashing. "We are all going to train them. I think of it as a bonus for them to both be in ShadowClan."

Meanwhile another group of cats were discussing. Above them the stars twinkled and moon shone brightly. Everything was full of life and the climate was warm.

"…Why must it always be Firestar's kin?" A grumpy old mottled black she-cat snapped.

Firestar's ear twitched. "Why don't you ask other StarClan warriors that, Yellowfang?"

Yellowfang bristled and before she could retort a tortoiseshell she-cat interrupted them. "Stop quarreling like kits."

"Spottedleaf is right," A blue-gray she-cat with silver tinged around her muzzle meowed. "Let us deal with the main problem."

Then a silver tabby she-cat spoke up. "Isn't this what happened last time, though? The Dark Forest cats are retrying to take over the lake and destroy StarClan."

Her sister nodded. "Why would they try again?"

"They only started to retry because every cat that was alive then is dead." A dark gray tom said slowly.

"Jayfeather is right," The blue-gray she-cat nodded. "Now we must help the Clan cats."

"That's why you chose Firestar's kin, Bluestar." Yellowfang grumbled.

Firestar rolled his eyes. "Can you stop being so bitter to myself and my kin? All I did was accidentally scare off that prey you were trying to catch."

Yellowfang's neck fur bristled. "That was supposed to be my dinner!"

"Firestar, apologize," Bluestar sighed.

Firestar felt like he was an apprentice being scolded by their mentor. "Sorry,"

Bluestar shook her head. "Let us go now."

In the Nursery a small brown tabby she-cat was pressed against her mother oblivious to everything around her. The parents gazed proudly at their only daughter.

"What should we name her?" The gray tom with black flecks asked.

His fluffy brown mate licked her kit. "I'm not sure, Ashpelt." The kit opened her eyes and they were a bright blue.

"I know, Mintkit," Ashpelt murmured. "What do you think, Sandheart?"

"I think it's beautiful." Sandheart sighed happily.

A bright ginger tom bounded over to the family and looked at the kit. "When can we play with her?"

Then his ginger-and-white sister came over. "You can't play with her yet, mouse-brain. She's too little and you're too rough, Sunkit."

"No I'm not!" Sunkit protested. "You're just too gentle, Emberkit."

Emberkit's fur bristled. "I am not! I'm going to be the best fighter that anyone has ever heard of!"

"Then those cats must be deaf."

Emberkit let out a growl and tackled her brother and they wrestled. Their mother, Blossompetal, shook her head and separated her kits.

"Say you're sorry." Blossompetal meowed.

"Sorry," The kits sighed in unison.

"Want to go get some fresh-kill?" Sunkit suggested.

"Last one there is a stinky fur-ball!" Emberkit yowled.

They took off and Sandheart shook her head. Something, or someone, caught her eyes. StarClan warrior outlines were in the Nursery watching Mintkit. Sandheart blinked and they were gone.

How was that? The prologue is always a little weird for me. So please review and tell me your favorite OC I made in this chapter!