Hello everyone! I'm Whippet! This fanfiction has characters from my friend, Crystal! I have been planning it for, oh, three years now? Hope you guys enjoy it!
A trickle of light filtered through the mouth of the cavern. Starlight shone onto the ground, revealing the pawsteps of many generations. A tail swept the floor of the cave, stirring up a cloud of dirt and dust. Two cats were hidden among the shadows. One of them, a muscular white tom, was staring into a pool of glistening water.
"Are you sure?" He meowed in a worried tone. The other, a golden tabby, stared at him with knowing eyes. Her pelt glimmered with starlight.
"Sleetstar," She began, "Are you doubting the wisdom of Starclan?" Sleetstar drew in a shuddering breath.
"When will this happen?" He asked, staring at the beautiful cat he had once loved. The tabby looked away, her brilliant blue eyes brimming with sadness.
"His path is unclear even to Starclan." She finally meowed. "When the time has come, you must guide him, or he will fall into the claws of despair," Her eyes burned into his. "Have faith, my love, don't let anything past you. These are dark times ahead for ThunderClan." Sleetstar longed to press his nose into her silky fur.
"Dewheart, tell me more," He pleaded. She was so close to him, yet she seemed farther away than ever. With a jolt, Sleetstar realized that Dewheart's shape was dimming.
"Dewheart!" The leader wailed. Sleetstar leapt up, trying to grab the last wisps of Dewheart's figure.
"Remember, Sleetstar,"
"When darkness falls, stars will light the silver sky. Flames will be quenched by shadow, and rain swept away by darkness. Nurture the sapling in the shade."
Sleetstar blinked.
Dewheart was gone.
The kit was large for her age. Her bright ginger tail quivered as she kneaded her mother softy. Redtalon glanced proudly at his mate. Cloudflight purred, bending over to lick their kit.
"How about Foxkit?" The white she cat meowed, shooting a questioning look at her mate. Redtalon grimaced and shook his head. Foxfur had been the name of a grouchy elder during his apprenticeship. He thought for a moment.
"Flamekit," Redtalon replied with a certainty. Her fur was the colour of molten fire, and she already looked like she'd become a strong warrior.
Cloudflight squeezed her eyes shut, pelt rippling as the contraction made its way through her body. Pinefur strode into the nursery with a thick, stout stick. The brown medicine cat pushed the branch to Cloudflight, who gripped it tightly between her teeth. Redtalon looked away. He could not bear to see his mate in pain. There was the sound of splintering wood. Redtalon quickly turned back to his mate. A small bundle had fallen onto the moss.
"Quick, nip open the sack!" Pinefur shouted from behind Cloudflight. Redtalon gently wiped away the layer that surrounded the kit. The little tom tumbled out. His coat was the light silver of the moon. His paws twitched as his lungs filled with cold Leaf-bare air.
"That's it!" Pinefur meowed.
"Well done Cloudflight."
Redtalon's blood ran cold. Taking a step back, his eyes widened until they no longer could. Cloudflight did not seem to notice her mate's distress, purred as she grabbed the kit and placed him beside his sister.
"I was thinking," The white she-cat began softly, "Icekit," Redtalon's ears stuck to his skull. His body shook with a crazed shock.
"No," He replied, "No. Not Icekit. Anything but Icekit,"
He barely heard his mate's reply as he stormed out of the den. The ThunderClan warrior did not stop until he reached a hollow in the forest.
"Why," Redtalon screeched, muzzle angled toward the stars.
"Why would you do this to me again!"
Sleetstar was jolted awake by a claw prodding at him. He stared up and met the glowing eyes of his deputy, Redtalon.
"My kits have been born," Redtalon puffed out his chest in pride. Sleetstar stared at him, still dazed from his meeting with Dewheart. Redtalon flicked his tail for Sleetstar to follow.
It was moonhigh, and Silverpelt seemed to be brighter than ever. Sleetstar padded after his deputy, pushing aside fronds of bracken to enter the nursery. The sweet scent of milk flooded his nose, but underneath was the subtle tang of blood. Sleetstar looked at Redtalon's mate, Cloudflight. The sleeping white she-cat cradled two tiny kits beside her belly. One was a flame pelted she-cat. The other was a little grey tom, weaker looking and smaller than his sister.
"That one will become a good warrior," The large red tom flicked his tail at the she-kit. "though I doubt that one will live until morning." He snorted, jabbing a claw at the tom.
"Their names are Flamekit and Silverkit."
Far away, in a camp sheltered by only the moor and starlight, a handsome young ginger tom stiffened. The wind blew through his thick pelt, ruffling his flame coloured fur. His eyes, a lustrous amber, gleamed faintly. The breeze whispered in his ears; calling out a silent message.
Follow the path of silver skies.
"You were supposed to fulfill the prophecy," Dewheart snarled. The broad shouldered tom sighed. "But you decided to die instead!" Her golden fur bristled. " To save your weak, no good brother," Dewheart's claws unsheathed and dug into the earth. "That wasn't your destiny,"
"My brother is not weak."
It was the tom who spoke.
His pale blue eyes blazed with fury, sweeping over the she-cat as if she were a pile of dirt. Dewheart looked unnerved. She took a step back and sighed
"Do you know what you have done?" The golden she-cat asked. When no reply came, she continued. "You have condemned your precious brother's kits to your fate."
Frozen heart, blazen soul, Frost engulfs the darkness. Child of ice, cast your might, Rage, against the dying of light.