Me: Welcome to my first Warriors fan fic! And for those wondering, the Clans are called MoonClan, IceClan, FireClan, and NightClan. PLUSHIES TO THOSE WHOM REVIEW! XD
Kratos: ...More plushies?
Me: YUP! That's Kratos, my muse. I know he isn't from Warriors, (He's an awesome character from Tales of Symphonia) but...eh... He's still my muse! And for this chappie... Rainbowspots plushies! (In a pose of sitting, looking up) Kratos: (Sighs) Kazekasai does not own warriors, but she owns all of her OCs. Me: Thank you, Kratos! (Mutters to self about him actually being a good, non-annoying muse) Hope you enjoy, though it's a bit short...but it IS the prologue, right?
Warriors: Monogatari no Kaze(Legend of Winds)
Tsukikage okeru za Kumori(Moonlight in the Shadows)
Prologue- Moonbrow
The stillness of the night unsettled the medicine cat as she gazed at the starsThey were dim, as they had been for moons. "StarClan...are you still watching over us?" The she-cat whispered. No response came. Ears turning back slightly, she leapt off the Highledge and began padding back to her den. With a last, hopeful glance to the sky, she disappeared between the rocks.
A chilly breeze swept inside her den, brushing against her fur, as if whispering. The brown, black, and ginger-splotched cat swiftly turned around wiht a gasp and saw a shooting star shot across Silverpelt.
"Daughter of the sun's fire and the wasteland barren, walker of the moonlit paths. The storm comes and only the wind can guide the clan."
"What...?" The medicine cat blinked and widened her amber eyes. She quickly snapped her attention back to the present and jumped back ontop of the Highledge. "Whitestar!" She yowled once she stuck her head inside the leader's den.
The white-pelted leader opened once groggy blue eye and murmured, "Rainbowspots...what is it?" The medicine cat quickly relayed the prophecy she had recieved, shaking Whitestar out of her sleepiness. The leader narrowed her eyes in thought. "I see...so StarClan is still with us..." She murmured. Rainbowspots nodded.
"They always were, Whitestar."
As the medicine cat left the den, she stopped in her tracks. An owl's eerie call rebounded across the clearing, and a great horned flew over. In its talons, it gripped a small, wiggling silver kit which was dropped moments later. Without giving a second thought, the she-cat leapt and was able to catch the poor thing by its scruff, but barely. Heaving a sigh of relief, she let go of the kit.
It was then that the small thing opened its eyes; eyes so cold and brilliant that the silver shade reflected that of the screscent moon upon its brow.
"The storm comes, and only the wind can guide the Clan."
Me: As I was saying, Rainbowspots plushies to reviewers! And...just to say, I might not be able to update freqently. I'll probably have at least once or twice a month though, and if I'm in a writing spree, more. See you all in later chapters!
