Welcome to my first ever Fanfiction story. I am not a very good writer so please work with me. I love the characters I created and I hope you enjoy them too. Please enjoy the prologue and feel free to leave comments and suggestions down below!
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A white and cream she-cat sat in a starry forest, her pelt illuminated by her surroundings. A dark, gray tabby tom, with stars in his fur, was walking towards her. Purring, she approached him and rubbed her head against his in greetings.
"Stoneheart, I've missed you so much. It's been so hard without you!"
"You've done well as Thunderclan's medicine cat. I've left the clan in good paws." The tom murmured quietly.
"It's still not the same without you there, but I try my best." she mewed.
"I know, but that's enough with pleasantries," he meowed with his usual gruffness." I have an important message for you, Softfoot."
Her fur bristled but she payed close attention as the tom directed her attention to the sky. The moon shone bright in the sky and was perfectly round. Softfoot became confused because it was the half-moon. Before she could think about it any longer, the moon started pulsing like a heartbeat. It starting beating harder and faster until it shattered, and fell from the sky. Softfoot stared at the place it was, in horror, as the sky darkened. Before she could say anything, the shattered pieces connected again. The moon shone with a blinding light that covered the entire forest. She closed her eyes and she heard an ominous voice speak. The moon will shatter and break, so it can shine brighter than ever before.
Softfoot was startled awake, her heart racing. Her pelt bristled as she realized Stoneheart had given her a prophecy. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. The pale tabby she-cat beside her woke up. After seeing the Softfoot's haunted gaze, the tabby asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" she mewed " How was your first meeting with Starclan?"
The tabby's green eyes shone with excitement," It was amazing, my brother visited me and-"
The white cat interrupted her, "remember your dreams are to be kept secret," she gently remined the eager she-cat. At this time a dark brown tom was waking up.
"Is my apprentice bothering you?" He asked with a grumble.
"No Gorsestem, she's just excited about her first meeting with Starclan."
"Very well," meowed the tom," Come on Grasspaw, we need to head back to Windclan."
"Alright!" the small tabby mewed and the two cats headed out. By then, the other three cats had woken up. A dark gray-blue tom and a pale calico she-cat headed out with a quick good-bye to Softfoot. The remaining gray tabby tom blinked warmly at her. "How were your dreams with Starclan" he asked kindly.
"They were fine, you know I can't tell you anything, Toadfeather. It was nice of you to ask though. Anyway, I have to go, have a safe trip back to Shadowclan. I'll see you at the gathering." With a wave of her tail, Softfoot exited the tunnel and walked until she was outside yet again. The stars shone in the sky as she headed home.
Just as she was entering Thunderclan territory she was bowled over by a dusty black tom. She picked herself up. Lashing her tail in anger, she glared at the tom. "What was that for, Soothawk? You need to be more careful"
It didn't even look like he was listening. His eyes were wide in fear. "Whiteflower's kits are coming, I think something's going wrong. She's yowling so loudly and-"
"Clam down I'll get there as fast as I can" she told the frantic tom. After making sure he was okay, she raced back to the camp. As she got closer to the camp she heard the queen's pain filled screeches. She hurried into the Queen's den to see a blue-gray she-cat soothing the white queen giving birth.
"Thanks for sitting with her, Bluesky." The blue queen simply nodded. Softfoot turned back to the queen in pain and went into medicine cat mode. "Bluesky, go to my den and get borage leaves, poppy seeds, and raspberry leaves." The queen nodded and quickly left the nursery. The medicine cat turned to Bluesky's kits. They were both gray toms. "Jaggedkit, I need you to find a nice sturdy stick for Whiteflower to bite down on." The kit's green eyes were wide with fear but he nodded and left.
"What about me?" Jaggedkit's brother, Wolfkit, asked his amber eyes wide.
"I need your help with the birth. When her first kit comes I will nip the sac open and you will lick the kit's fur the wrong way to warm it." He nodded.
"Whiteflower when I tell you too, you are going to push as hard as you can." At this time Jaggedkit came back with a stick; he placed it by Whiteflower. Whiteflower gripped it between her teeth. "Alright, Whiteflower the first kit is coming, push!" The queens sides rippled and she dug her teeth into the branch. The kit slipped out and after biting its sac, she handed the kit to Wolfkit. His eyes were wide with wonder as he licked the tiny kit. "There's one more Whiteflower, go ahead and push." The second and last kit slipped out. She split open the sac and began to lick its fur the wrong way. She placed both kits by Whiteflower so they could nurse.
"You have two beautiful she-kits, congratulations!" Delivering kits was one of the things she loved most about being a medicine cat. Bluesky had returned during the delivery of the first kit and Softfoot gave Whiteflower some of the herbs. Then turned to the kits, "Good job you two, you listened well. You two will be great warriors one day." Jaggedkit beamed with pride but Wolfkit looked unsure about something. The medicine cat didn't noticed as she ushered the kits out so Whiteflower and her kits could rest. She saw Soothawk pacing outside the den.
"You have two beautiful kits, come with me and you can see them." The tom followed her into the den. His eyes widened and a purr rumbled in his throat. He went up to Whiteflower and rubbed his cheek against hers.
"They're beautiful" he murmured. "Do you know what you want to name them?"
Whiteflower sat a moment thinking. Her gaze wandered to the moon outside and an idea came to her mind. "She pointed to the first born a fluffy, silver kit with white stripes across her back and on her legs. "This will be Silverkit". Then she pointed to the other kit a sleek blue-gray pelt with silver flecks all over her. "And this will be Moonkit." When the medicine cat heard the kits' names, shivers went up her spine. She shook the feeling off and purred at the family.
"They are truly beautiful kits." She bid the family good-bye and headed to her den. When she got there, she couldn't help but wonder what Starclan had in store for the newborn kits.