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Hello! Riverstar of ShadowClan here. This is my first story on here! I'm still new on here, so suggestions would be appreciated, as would tips and tricks for writing on FanFiction. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy The Betrayal!

Allegiances

ShadowClan

Leader:

Briarstar - brown tabby she-cat

Deputy:

Cinderstreak - black tom with a lone white stripe across face

Medicine Cat:

Aspentail - mottled gray tom

Warriors:

Acornpelt - brown tom

Buzzardstripe - light gray tom

Coldflower - white and black she-cat

Chasingpelt - fluffy gray tom

Bayflight - russet she-cat

Barkclaw - dark brown tom

Hawkshadow - dark gray she-cat

Galefang - handsome gray tom

Hornetflash - golden and black tom

Jaggedclaw - black tom with long, jagged claws

Marshtail - gray she-cat with white tail

Shredfur - brown tabby tom with fur that sticks up in places

Queens:

Mistclaw - pretty dark gray she-cat with green eyes

Heatherfur - brown she-cat

Stonepelt - black she-cat

Lizardheart - tortoiseshell she-cat

Elders:

Slatepelt - gray tom

Applefur - dark russet she-cat

Prologue

Rain roared down, coating the ground in water and flooding the streams. The storm had gone on for nearly a quarter moon now. It wasn't good. Maybe RiverClan cats could handle this kind of downpour, but ShadowClan wasn't all that fond of water.

A queen screeched, and words of encouragement were heard from within the nursery. Usually the clearing was crowded, but with the storm, it was obvious they were all trying to keep somewhat dry.

A shriek sounded again, louder this time. "Almost over," a mottled gray tom assured the queen, but he sounded worried.

A brown tom rushed into the nursery, panicking. "Help her, Aspentail!"

"Calm down, Acornpelt. She'll be… okay." I think, he added silently.

"No! You can't pretend this is normal. You're the medicine cat! The storm, the abnormality of this birth - stop pretending nothing's going wrong. Everything's going wrong. The kitting's too early. There's too much blood. The storm. It's an omen. She's going to… to… to…." Acornpelt couldn't bring himself to say it. His voice sank to a murmur. "Save her, Aspentail. Please."

Aspentail looked at him, his eyes full of grief. "There's nothing I can do. It's too late. She'll be gone by the time she's kitted her fourth."

"No!" Acorntail howled in rage, pain, grief. "You're the medicine cat, for StarClan's sake. You're supposed to heal cats, not predict their deaths! HELP HER, you piece of fox-dung!"

Aspentail ignored him. Seconds later, the queen yowled. Then nothing more came out of the nursery.

"Mistclaw! No!" Acornpelt screeched as he ran to her side and nuzzled her head. "Don't leave me. The kits need you."

Mistclaw lifted her head weakly. "StarClan is calling me," she murmured. Rain pounded and her last words were barely audible. "Take care of them, my love."

Then she went limp, and Acornpelt shrieked furiously to the sky. "StarClan, how could you do this?"

"I'm sorry." Aspentail bowed his head. "If you want any reminder of her, help me with these kits. Please. If you don't they'll die."

Acornpelt growled. "All right." Aspentail nudged one over to him, and he started vigorously licking her.

"That's right. We need to keep them warm." Although I'm not entirely sure that they'll survive this leaf-bare, Aspentail thought privately. It's been too cold, and there's already one case of whitecough in the camp.

Acornpelt raised his head. "I haven't even seen the other kits. Where did you put them? You said there were four."

Aspentail lifted some pieces of moss under Mossclaw's old bed and pulled out the other two kits. Acornpelt pulled one of them toward him. "Why aren't they crying? I thought kits were supposed to be really loud at birth."

"They're... they're... Acornpelt, I'm so sorry. They're dead."

"Not more! StarClan, wasn't taking Mossclaw enough?"

"Acornpelt, this one was born silent, and the other was born weak. I'm sorry." And the other two probably won't survive the next moon, Aspentail thought.

Acornpelt drew the surviving two kits closer to him, out of the rain. He glared at Aspentail. "I'm going to make sure they live through leaf-bare."

Aspentail nodded. "You need to give them to Heatherfur. They need milk, if you want to make sure they live through the night, much less leaf-bare."

"All right." Acornpelt pushed them toward the nursing queen.

The rain came down harder. Any sensible cat would take shelter. But Acornpelt was desperate. He stayed out in the rain all night, guarding Mossclaw's and the other two kits' bodies, grieving for them.

Morning came finally, and a brown tabby pushed through the nursery soaking wet. "Acornpelt. I'm sorry. Every cat will mourn the loss of a great warrior and two of her kits. May she be honored in StarClan."

Acornpelt turned toward her. "Why are you here? You don't come to kittings usually."

The tabby sat down and curled her tail over her paws. "I had a dream last night."

Acornpelt pricked his ears. "Really? I thought medicine cats only had dreams from StarClan. What is it?"

"A prophecy."

"Tell me. It's about the kits, isn't it, Briarstar? There's no other reason you'd come to me in the pouring rain after a kitting and tell me you had a dream."

"Mist will rise up against the darkness that is not who they seem. One will perish, havoc will wreak among the Clans until the murderer is found, and mist will choose between power and death."

"Mist? Mist? I named my daughter Mistkit, after Mistclaw! Do you think she's the one in the prophecy?"

Briarstar shrugged. "I don't know. But what I do know is that there will be a hard time for the Clans coming. And Mistkit could be the one in the prophecy. Just keep your eyes open, for there could be a betrayal coming."

There's the prologue :D Sorry if the prophecy's really crappy and I only have one Clan in the allegiances, ShadowClan. In review or PM, please feel free to give me -

your opinion on the prologue

constructive criticism(no flames! But if you flame and then leave suggestions, totally fine with that, in fact I encourage it xD)

a better sounding prophecy (it has to keep the theme and all the parts)

any mistakes in grammar or spelling I've made(please don't be afraid to correct me)

RiverClan, ThunderClan or WindClan OCs that I can steal, in this form:

Warrior name

A short description of pelt and eye color

Personality(this one's optional)

Any other bits of information about the cat you think is important

Question of the day~ what do you think the prophecy means? Is Mistkit going to be the "mist" in the prophecy? What kind of betrayal is it going to be - romantic, Clannic(yes, that's a word, I just SAID it xD) etc.? Please review, it would make me so happy!