Ayyyy I remastered it! So here's a little taste of what's to come and if you like my writing style!
Prologue:
Soft streaks of the newborn sun bathed the warriors den, it's resonating golden glow casting streaks on the tightly packed branches, the only indication of life being the low snores and gentle shuffles the warriors of ThunderClan made in their sleep.
Though, a certain silver bundle with a distinct uniquely marked pelt was slowly being woken due to the small consistent nagging she felt at the back of her head. A small burning sensation, the indication of being watched.
She slowly opened her deep sky blue eyes into slits, pretending to still be asleep. And after casting her undercover radar; Her eyes then took in the sight of her (Childhood?) friend Stormpelt looking down at her. a concerned expression drowning his distinct features.
His eyes casted mixed signals, and looking down profoundly he craned his head back, sucking in a deep breath. The curls on his cheeks bouncing back slightly as he closed his deep emerald eyes.
Eventually, he stood up and shifted among the sleeping forms, avoiding any tails or paws carelessly hanging over the owners nest. He shuffled quitely to the entrance, Her curious blue gaze not losing track of him until his dark grey tail gave a final wave and disappearing from view.
After shallow contemplating empty possibilities, She sighed and stretched her white paws, wondering what that was all about. However she shrugged it off, like she did to most of her feelings.
I should probably join a hunting patrol, since I owe Quailspots that raven.
So taking in the last comfort of her warm insulated nest she took a hesitant step out of her safe space, the cold ground welcoming her graceful paw with the constact.
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She emerged from the den head-down as usual, too ashamed of her complexion to give the misery to any cat who would be unlucky enough to gaze at her.
Or so she thought.
In-fact, it was quite the opposite. For this she-cat was widely known for being on of the most breathlessly stunning cats among the clans. The rich sky-blue eyes that adorned her face, let you sink in so deep, she might as well hypnotize you. With silky silver fur, most toms could only dream of rubbing their own pelt against in. She had a fluffy silver tail, streaked with blizzard white at the tip, matching her delicate snow-white tainted paws.
And yet, the most rare feature about her was her enchanting voice. It was so captivating, and equally as rare. So rare in fact; most cats believed she had lost the ability to speak. Her jaws would hardly ever part, much less to shower words.
And if you looked close enough, beneath her soft fur a skinny body is what you would find.
If you lifted up her face, misery is what would be glazed over those sleep-deprived eyes.
Now, don't think wrongly of her, for the wolf-patterned she-cat had lived through more than cats seasons older than her could ever come close to imagining.
And at such a young age.
But with mystery comes suspicion and rumors. Two things She didn't go day without experiencing.
She was generally avoided by her clan.
Due to her outside roots,
Or suspicion,
She herself believed she was an eye-sore.
No Tom had yet to decide to take that jump, to climb the tree and reach for the highest fruit, the one sheltered by the leaves of misery, encased by the branches of self-doubt.
Not a single Tom had chosen to pull through and fight to reach the beauty that lay through the suffering and sadness.
And no Tom ever would.
Or so Wolfwhisper thought.
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A/N
AYYYY If you're here to re-read the Remastered prologue then Thank you!
Is this one better or the old one? Tell me what you think in the reviews or PM me!
I'll update and make the allegiances on this chapter in the future. (*cue procrastination creeping around the corner*)
-Depressed Cheeto