The prophecy.
Hello everyone! Just so you know, this is my first ever (published) fanfiction, so please message me what you think. Also let me know things like embarrassing (and not embarrassing) spelling and grammar errors. Anyway, enough of me! Read on!
The sun was setting, turning the sky into fiery colours of orange, pink and gold. The huge, silent, lake reflected these colours, and looked like a pond of melted gold. In the middle of the forest by the lake, was a hollow. Inside the hollow, all was silent.
Then a pure white she-cat with emerald green eyes crept out of the medicine cat's den. "I hope Featherwing's alright," She whispered, then shook herself. "Hollyburn won't let anything happen to her."
She glanced up at the colourful sky, then noticed a strange object, falling out of nowhere. When it finally landed, she realised it was actually two feathers, a raven-black one and a shining gold one. Cautiously, the she-cat touched them with her paw.
She wasn't in the camp anymore. There was nothing, no ground, no trees, no sky, and everything was black. No, everything was gold. No, black. Gold. The black and gold are fighting, the snowy cat realised. Then came a sound, that seemed to echo from the nothingness.
"Good and evil shall fight once more, Day and Night in a bloodthirsty war, life against death is the way it will be, the forest will split, it has been foreseen."
Then she was back in the camp. Her first thought was to tell her mentor, Hollyburn, but Hollyburn was with Featherwing. Why does my first prophecy have to be so dark, and why now! She growled to herself.
Then, out of another den, a proud-looking tom emerged. "Featherwing's finished kitting!"
A ginger she-cat followed him. "Two beautiful kits; a she-kit and a tom."
"Hollyburn!" The white she-cat bounded over to her mentor, the ginger she-cat.
"What is it, Icytail?" Hollyburn looked at the pure-white cat.
Instantly Icytail informed her mentor about the prophecy. When she finished, Hollyburn exchanged a worried look with the dark-furred tom. "Featherwing has already named her kits. One is called Nightkit; the golden one Daykit."
Icytail tried to make sense of this information. "So… 'Good and evil shall fight once more'… Daykit and Nightkit are going to fight?"
Hollyburn nodded. "That seems to fit."
"'Day and Night in a bloodthirsty war…'" Icytail mused, "'The forest will be split', the forest will be destroyed?"
The tom had turned from proud to aghast. "One of my kits will be evil?" He croaked.
"And the other will be of the purest good," Hollyburn tried. "I think…"
"But which one…" Icytail pressed.
Hollyburn sighed. "We will just have wait for another sign from StarClan."
Just then a screech echoed around the camp, causing a few groans and complaints to exit the warriors den. "Nightkit! Stop it! Nooo!" A silver she-cat with eyes as green as Icytail's raced out of the nurcery. In her jaws was a little bundle of squirming black fur, with claws unsheathed and teeth beared. Featherwing placed her kit, Nightkit on the ground. "She was trying to kill Daykit!" She panted, her eyes darting all over the place.
"I believe we have found the evil kit…" Hollyburn said.
"It makes sense too- She is black, and black is always the sign of evil," Icytail nodded. "Remember the tales of Firestar and Scourge? Firestar was the good cat, and he was named after a source of light, and Scourge was the bad cat, and- well, you know the story."
"What are you talking about?" Featherwing looked at them.
Not wanting to hear Hollyburn explain to Featherwing how one of her kits was evil, Icytail grabbed some herbs and trotted into the nursery. A little golden kit was curled up, with scratches along his sides. If the wounds weren't looked after carefully, they would scar.
Icytail curled up next to Daykit. "You are my sister's kit," she whispered, "And the kit who shall defeat your evil sister. There is a prophecy about you, and I will work with you to make sure that evil will never set paw by the Lake again. I promise, Daykit."
