Before we begin, I must state the obvious. I don't own the song Warriors or the books Warriors.
Mistfall sighed, climbing into his nest tucked amongst piles of herbs and next to the pool of water. He was exhausted despite it only being just after sun-high. He was getting old. And old cats shouldn't have to sit hunched over kitting queens all night long. When his drowsiness had gotten too much for him he left his apprentice Smokepaw to watch over Nightplume. He curled up into the moss, closing his blue eyes and almost immediately being whisked away into a dream. And of course, being a medicine cat, that meant that he had to go see some cat who would tell him something confusing. Mistfall grumbled wordlessly, sitting up and looking around to find out who was sent here this time. His old mentor Rubyheart, a bright red-orange she-cat with bright green eyes who was a kittypet turned medicine cat sat before him, looking as young as the she had died at the young age of twenty seven moons, just days after Mistfall had completed his training.
"I'm too old for this," Mistfall grumbled, though not as angered as he would have been if it was anyone else. "Tell Smokepaw your message."
"You know why we can't do that," Rubyheart mewed, clear voice tinged with sadness. Mistfall prepared himself for the recap she told him every time the subject came up. "As medicine cats we tend to like peace. But at this time and as you know the Clans have grown too peaceful. They are losing what makes them warriors, that fighting spirit. I would typically not object to outsiders joining the Clans, being one myself, but there is an overabundance of them and they are not joining to learn our true ways, just to stay together, have company and hunt- only part of what we stand for."
"If you would cut to the point, that would be fantastic."
The red she-cat laughed.
"I was just getting to that, you prickly little thing. A great danger is coming, sadly so soon after the battle with the Dark Forest. The Clans must stand together yet as four separate entities, the fire reignited within them. There's one who has come with that fighting spirit that has been almost lost, down to her very core. With guidance from you and a few certain others she will be the spark to set the forest ablaze."
"And let me guess," Mistfall said flatly. "You're not going to tell me who it is."
"No," Rubyheart purred. "But you'll find out reasonably soon. A bold fighter kit stands out like a sore paw among the mild ones."
"I suppose so," the gray tom muttered. "I'll keep a look out for her." He paused a moment. "Surprisingly, this just might be the most satisfactory omen I've received yet. Pretty straight forward. Though I don't understand why you didn't tell Smokepaw."
"She clings too much to nonviolence, and you are old. You've seen the days were the Clans fought as they once did, before this extreme softness. Promises of battles and wars returning will only fear her, and she will almost try to prevent or delay its coming. It's best to leave you and... we'll call her Spark for now- to lead the Clans back to their roots in order to face this threat."
"Alright. May I go now? I've been up all night."
Rubyheart nodded, a broad smile on her face.
"You may go. I'll see you again soon."
"I can't wait," Mistfall said in a moderately happy tone as the scene around him faded and his eyes started to droop close. "Just make sure I'm not so tired then!"
I need some cats for the other Clans, those being River, Wind and Shadow, as I already have ThunderClan down. If you could help that would be awesome :D
Thank you extremely for reading! It means a lot. I'm working on writing out the next chapter, and while I have no idea when I'll post it but I can guess sometime in the next month.
If you found any errors, let me know so I can fix them, and if you have anything to say about the story I'd love a review.
See you in the next chapter!
~ Streak