A/N: Hey guys! This is Kay here with The Magic Catsisters's first collaborative fanfic! It's called "You Can't Stop Us" as you can tell from the title, and it's about four cats who do not like their destiny and seek to change it.

We have only written this one chapter (and half a chapter) and we are publishing it before finishing the rest of it as we would like to see what our readers think about it, so please leave a review if you would like to see more of this fanfic and we will update faster based on the number of people who like it :)

Enjoy! This chapter is written by me, Kay :3

part one

one: icy nights

Ruthless rain pattered down on the Clans' territory. It was the rainy season, but sure enough tonight had brought on showers that not even the oldest warrior in any Clan had seen before.

It was on this very night that four kits were born. Yes, they were only kits - and there would ultimately seem to be some sort of cliched story surrounding them - but this isn't just a story about kits who will one day become great.

The Valley Clans believed in destiny. Tales of great destiny, scenes that held every kit in amazement - they entwined around each and every cat, and in the end they all believed that there was one great thing in life. Destiny.

Two kits struggled to snuggle up to their mother in the dark this rainy night, their pelts still soft. Their mother, though beautiful she was, had no more strength left, and lowered her head in guilt when she couldn't even warm her kits.

"Flamemoon." The medicine cat bowed her head in respect as the Prophesier was led into the nursery. If the old Prophesier had a flame-red coat like her name, then it must've faded a long time ago.

"Two more kits for our Clan. What an honour, Lilycloud." The old she-cat almost seemed to drift, the odd mist behind her intimidating anyone who dared treat her disrespectfully. Lilycloud nodded, but before she could even smile proudly Flamemoon had already directed her attention to the kits.

They could mewl all they wanted to, but they couldn't escape destiny. "Two young she-kits." Flamemoon began, reaching out a sheathed paw. "The dappled one is really quite beautiful." It almost seemed like an insult, to the queen at least. To be bestowed a compliment upon a kit by the Prophesier was rare, and nobody knew what exactly she meant.

"T-thank you." Lilycloud mewed softly. She knew not to disturb the Prophesier. Like all the other cats in the Clan, she treated Flamemoon like one of the gods; respectfully, and with appropriate distance away from her. "This one - the plain one." Flamemoon spoke after a pause, the words digging into Lilycloud's frail ribs. "A queen she shall be. Choose a good name for her, Lilycloud."

All the nursery queens knew it, and held their breath for a moment. Queens had the most gruelling job in the Clans. Being made to reproduce with any of the strong, eligible toms in the Clan - one couldn't exactly say it was cruel. But did this young kit really need to be sentenced to work till death, especially when she should start at six moons? Even though a few of the experienced queens had seen the same fate unfold and angled their heads in silent sympathy, most bowed their heads in a different kind of sympathy - the kind that was more fearing for themselves than Lilycloud.

"The pretty one's in luck. She will serve our Clan as a brave warrior." Flamemoon rasped, drawing her tongue over her shoulder. "Potentially lethal." She added as she swept out of the den, like she didn't care at all. She didn't. Flamemoon had predicted the destiny for more cats than the camp could hold, and she did not dwell on any cat's presence. For all the huge tasks she was given, she never seemed to care much about the Clan, let alone the kits.

That dreary night, Icekit was born.