And now for the moment you've been wating for: Your characters manipulated and tortured in a way that suits me. Seriously, I won't do that to your characters, but If I abuse your characters, sorry, but I gotta get a story out.
"Echo who copies your voice, do you promise to protect and defend your Tribe, even at the cost of your life?" Stoneteller mewed.
"I promise." Echo answered solemnly.
"Then by the powers of the Tribe of Endless Hunting, I give you your full rank as a cave-guard!"
Stoneteller leapt off the Bigrock and padded over to Echo. He rested his nose on Echo's forehead, and Echo licked his shoulder in return. The Tribe of Rushing Water cheered.
The meeting slowly broke up. Sun that climbs the sky, a kit-mother, ushered her kits back into the nursery. Ice that freezes on summit, the leader of the cave-guards, padded over to Echo.
"Greetings, Echo." Ice mewed.
"Hello, Ice." Echo answered.
"You are no longer a to-be." Ice commented.
"No, I am not."
"Good thing. You will be a good cave-guard."
"Thank you!"
"Well I'll leave you to yourself now." Ice mewed before padding off.
Echo sat down and looked around. At the entrance to the cave, there was a large mound of earth. This symbolized that her favorite legend was true. The legend of Feather-tail and Sharptooth.
Once, a long time ago, there had been a large, vicious mountial lion that had preyed on her Tribe, the Tribe of Rushing Water. That horrible creature was called Sharptooth. Sharptooth had terrorized the Tribe for moons without end, without the Tribe of Rushing Water having any hope. One day, the Stoneteller had a sign. Not Echo's Stoneteller, or the Stoneteller before hers, or the one before that one. The sign said that a silver cat would save them from Sharptooth. The tribe was overjoyed. But who would save them?
A quarter-moon later, six cats arrived. Well, they didn't exactly arrive. They washed up outside the cave. They claimed to be passing through on the way to deliver a message from their warrio ancestors, StarClan. Before then, the Tribe of Rushing Water thought that the Tribe of Endless Hunting had been the only warrior ancestors. The six cats claimed it was urgent, but they agreed to stay a few days, to help an injured Tribemate. Over those few days, a cat called Storm-fur made friends with a Tribe she-cat named Brook where small fish swim.
After their Tribemate got better, the six attempted to leave. Their savior, Storm-fur, leave? He wasn't even part of the prophect StarClan sent! The Stoneteller wouln't allow it. The other five left, but Storm-fur stayed. Of course, Storm-fur was furious, but what was the fury of one cat compared to the happiness when he defeated Sharptooth?
Sharptooth attacked the next day, and Storm-fur was gone.
All six returned a couple of days later, but their party now incuded Talon of Swooping Eagle, Bird that rides the Wind, and Jagged rock where Heron sits, three of seven cats that were originally sent to kill Sharptooth, and ordered nevr to come back until Sharptooth was dead. They returned because one of the cats, a ginger she-cat, had a plan that would get rid of Sharptooth.
Talon cut his paw sothat he could attract Sharptooth. The ginger she-cat stuffed a rabbit full of nightberries. But when Sharptooth came to the cave, he pushed aside the nightberries and went straight for the cats. But Storm-fur's sister, Feather-tail, had an idea. She leapt onto a loose rock, and it fell. One or the points stuck straight into Sharptooth's heart, and Sharptooth was dead. Sharptooth was dead, but so was Feather-tail. That mound of earth marked her grave.
"Staring at that grave again, eh?" mewed a voice from behind Echo. She turned to see her father, Eagle who nests high. Eagle was a black tom with a white head and honey-yellow paws and muzzle. Echo, herself, was a dark gray she-cat with blue eyes and a white underbelly and face. Echo looked more like her mother, Storm that flashes lightning.
"The story of Feather-tail and Sharptooth is a great legend." Echo replied softly.
"True enough." Eagle answered gruffly before padding off to go share food with Storm that flashes lightining.
Finally, I'm done! Now I can go eat. Okay, just to say, your characters come later. This is only the prologue. Don't worry, Apprentice Writer.