Silver Sunrise
By: Bluefire422
Prologue
A beautiful moon shone in the sky, like a beacon foreboding what was to come. The night air was thick and sticky, especially for Greenleaf. Though peace hung over the night, it was not to last.
Yowls split the air as two cats locked into battle. A brown stripped tom dove under the ginger she-cat he fought. He slid underneath her and clawed down her belly. The she-cat screeched and reared back, trying to escape his claws. The tom felt her weight come off him. Shocked, he looked up at her about to fling down on him. He quickly writhed out of the way, but was caught by the she-cat. She pinned the tom down, hard. The tom wriggled in vain. There was no escape.
"This is the end for you, Thistlestar." She spat, and smiled haughtily.
"Never. I will never give into you, Emberstar." He gave a defiant stare at Emberstar, though he felt scared and embarrassed.
"You're just the same as all your precious clan mates. You think you're the best, until we come and beat you down to where you need to be." Emberstar gave a sickening smile.
"How is it ThunderClan's fault for being the best?" He spat.
"You're not the best, that's the point here. You are not the best. We are. ShadowClan is the best." She mewed steadily.
"So you're telling me that the whole reason you sent an attack on us is just to show that you are better? What kind of leader are you!" Thistlestar was baffled. Would a leader really be this mousebrained?
"My dear Thistlestar, you should know that I'm not that stupid. You will find out soon enough why we are here. But until then, just enjoy the battle." She flicked her tail and let Thistlestar up. "Enjoy your time alive, Thistlestar. There won't be much of it left." Emberstar let out a yowl to her troop. "We'll meet again, Thistlestar."
Thistlestar padded into the medicine cat's den. Strong smells of different herbs hit him as he walked in. He loved coming in here, his best friend, Fernfeather, was the clan's medicine cat. She was always giving him good advice on his leadership, when his mate, Dawncloud, couldn't. Fernfeather seemed to be waiting for him, as she was sitting staring at the entrance.
"Hello, Fernfeather. The moon still shone magically, illuminating her black and white fur. Thistlestar was taken aback, he had never seen her this beautiful. He shook his head, those were terrible thoughts. He knew he could never have her as his mate, he had Dawncloud anyway.
Fernfeather dipped her head, "Thistlestar." She mewed quietly. Her eyes gave away her worry.
"What's wrong, Fernfeather?" He mewed.
"That battle. Emberstar may be ruthless, but she really isn't stupid. Why did she come here?" Fernfeather stood up and padded towards the den's entrance. She watched the sun start to rise slowly.
Thistlestar followed her. "What can we do about it?"
Fernfeather shook her head, "Nothing right now. We just have to wait."
The sun rose ever so slowly. Slower than normal. The first rays of the golden light were not golden. They were silver. Fernfeather gasped, what was going on? The sun rose higher and higher. Silver. It was a silver sunrise. Fernfeather was rigid with shock.
"I've got to go." She mewed. The black and white she-cat bolted towards the camp entrance and ran. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to run.
Thistlestar shook his head. There was nothing that he could do for Fernfeather now. She often ran off to think, but he had no idea why she did this now. He watched the sun rise, golden rays reaching out over ThunderClan's camp. He had to go take care of his cats now. He was their leader, and whatever Emberstar said, it would remain that way.
Fernfeather watched as the sun's silver rays washed over the whole forest, soaking everything in a silver glow. She shuddered. There was something wrong with this.
This was a silver sunrise.