Warrior Cats: Graylight's Prophecy

Takes place after The Last Hope but, but does not include events from Bramblestar's Storm.

Too lazy to do all the appearances. Sorry!

ThunderClan Allegiances:

Leader: Bramblestar - large tabby to with amber eyes

Deputy: Squirrelflight - ginger she-cat with green eyes

Medicine Cats:

Jayfeather - blind grey tom with blue eyes
Leafpool - brown tabby she cat

Warriors:

Cloudtail
Brightheart
Brackenfur
Millie
Thornclaw
Spiderleg
Birchfall
Whitewing
Berrynose
Mousewhisker
Lionblaze
Dovewing
Ivypool
Rosepetal
Poppyfrost
Briarlight
Blossomfall
Bumblestripe
Cherryfall
Molewhisker

Apprentices:

Amberpaw
Dewpaw
Lilypaw
Seedpaw
Snowpaw

Queens:

Daisy
Cinderheart (mother of Graykit, Stonekit, and Silverkit)

Elders:
Sandstorm
Greystripe
Purdy

Chapter One: The Prophecy Received


The blue furred she-cat crouched at the edge of a glistening pool of starlight, her blue eyes wide with worry. Once again, danger was coming to her clan. Being in StarClan was turning out to be more stressful and terrifying than being ThunderClan's leader, many moons ago. There were so many things she saw, but could do nothing about, except trust in the living members of her clan. It was only six moons ago that Bramblestar had received his nine lives. Six moons ago since the warriors of StarClan had descended, at last, from the stars they roamed to help the clans fight a battle, aided by the Ancients. It was then that StarClan had learned the history of their own clans - of course they had known where they had original come, but not before, had they learned that the origins had stretched not just from the mountains, but from this very lake.

"You seem troubled, Bluestar." The grey she-cat's ears flicked, but she didn't have to look up to know who had just spoken to her. She knew him well, having not only mentored him as an apprentice, but making him her deputy in Tigerclaw's exile.

"We should all be troubled," she meowed, turning her head to stare at Firestar. The ginger tom's eyes were soft with sympathy, but his fur was ruffled slightly with the same worry he felt for his own clan.

"We mustn't wait too long, then. The stars have spoken, and the clan must know. This kit must be protected, if ThunderClan - if all the clans, are to survive," he meowed, and despite him being younger, there was a certain wisdom to his words that calmed Bluestar.

"I know. I fear for the safety of my clan. And for this kit. The rebirth of the three was a way to save the clans. Now another rebirth, and this one, all on his own. Let us hope the stars do not fail us now."

Jayfeather's Point of View

"Jayfeather! Come on, she's kitting!" Lionblaze's impatient, panicked yowl made my stumble half-consciously to my paws as I blinked away the last scraps of my dream. I could still see in my dreams, even if I couldn't enter others dreams. I turned, grabbing the mouthful of herbs I had prepared earlier, as Cinderheart had grown ever closer to her due date. Leafpool was rising beside me, and I heard her paws crunching on the leaves and could feel her pelt against mine as she hurried out of the den. I was happy she had returned to being a medicine cat with me, knowing she would never make such a good warrior as she was a medicine cat.

I rushed out of the den, following her scent and the memory of the path. Warriors, woken up by Lionblaze's call, had come out of the den to wish him and Cinderheart good luck. I did not expect any complications with this birth - in fact, I suspected it would be fairly straightforward. StarClan would not have given her a second chance of life if they were going to make her suffer through a traumatic or fatal birth.

"There's no sharp pains or cramps. I can feel three kits," Leafpool reported when I entered the den. Nodding, I chewed up some of the herbs I brought and nudged them to Cinderheart's muzzle.

"Eat these," I ordered. "They will help ease the pain, and make your milk come faster and easier," I said. I probably didn't need to. She likely remembered them, even if Cinderpelt's true soul had left to join StarClan moons ago. I pressed my paw against her belly, just to check for myself, and felt the three squirming lumps. All were moving, so they were alive for now. As if my paw had urged them along, Cinderheart let out a sharp yowl as one of the bundles prepared to be born and her belly contracted. "Take deep breathes, and push when I tell you to," I meowed.

A few seconds later, the first kit was born. I heard its mewling, and felt Leafpool gently scoop it up to lick its fur. As the second kit came out, not even that long later, I felt Cinderheart's belly make a massive contraction. The third was right behind. Naturally, she would have a fairly easy birth.

My world exploded into colour as the third kit came out, and I yelped, jumping back in surprise. The third kit, a small dark grey tabby, had just been born. And around it, I could see quite clearly, the outline of a full grown cat. A cat with the exact fur colour of the kit. With golden eyes. He looked at me, and I stared back. Who are you?

When the Evil-Eyed spirit returns to bring darkness to the forest, only the Gray Light can save the clans, Firestar whispered in my ears. The spirit of the grey kit blinked golden eyes at me, and I suddenly sensed in him, that his spirit was only slightly younger than my own.

My vision cut off in an instant, replaced by darkness. Leafpool was calling out my name, sharp with concern. I had backed into the soft wall of the nursery, so far that the bramble walls of the outer wall had pierced my pelt. Three kits were mewling and suckling, and Cinderheart was purring with pride. For a second I stood, my mind going over the words that were still rushing through my mind. Why had Firestar come to me. I knew it had to do with the third kit.

"I'm fine," I growled hoarsely. I turned my blind eyes to my brother and Cinderheart, who were curled happily around their three kits. "What are their names?" I asked.

"The first one is a silver tabby. She is Silverkit," Lionblaze said, knowing I couldn't see the kits. "The second, a light grey tom, is Stonekit. And finally, the third, a grey tabby - he is Graykit."

I swallowed thickly, nodding my head. "Those are fine names," I said, trying to hide the worry clawing through me, sharp and anxious. "I will be back later to check on you. For now, just get some rest." I turned and hurried out of the den, flicking my tail towards Leafpool. My chest was knotted with tension. My eyes glittered with unease, and some of the warriors had reacted, thinking something was wrong.

"There are three kits, all fine and healthy," Leafpool announced. I headed straight for Bramblestar and Squirrelflight, and felt their alarm flash against me.

"Come. I must speak with you," I growled. And I told them all of the prophecy I had received.