I have been playing with this idea for a while. (this is the StarClan prologue.)
I do not own warriors.
"You have changed the fate of the Clans, Spottedwing," a tabby tom with starlight sparkling in his fur meowed gravely.
"They have the power to destroy us! What were you thinking, Spottedwing?" a raggedy grey she-cat announced, disgruntled.
"You don't understand," a dappled she-cat whispered. "All I ever did was love."
"Well, we know that's not true," a tiny she-cat piped up. "You breathed, you hunted, you-"
"Not now, Finchkit!" The raggedy she-cat glared.
"Yellowfang, stop being so grumpy," chided a huge golden tom.
"You would be grumpy if there were kits who can decide what the Clans fate were! Oh, wait, there are!" Yellowfang flashed back at him.
The tom laughed quietly.
The tabby who first spoke shot a glance at Yellowfang, silently laughing as well.
Yellowfang returned his glare. "Aren't there more important things to discuss, Oakheart?" she asked pointedly.
"Oh. Right. Yes. Now, Spottedwing, why did you do it? Now these kits will be half-normal, half-StarClan!" Oakheart told her.
"It wasn't my fault!" she wailed.
"It kinda is," muttered a ginger tom. Yellowfang shot him a look.
"We can't do anything about it now, can we?" murmured a blue she-cat quietly.
"Yes we can!" the golden tom retorted. "Bluestar, we can't just give up!"
"No, Lionheart, Bluestar is right," the ginger tom declared.
Lionheart sighed. "Now all we can do is wait, Firestar."
The meeting broke up, leaving only the sad dappled she-cat staring wistfully into the pool.
I'm probably going to put the characters up next. Here's the form, if you want me to put your cat in the story:
Name:
Gender:
Clan/ Are you a rogue:
Appearence:
Personality:
Other Info (mate, siblings, backstory):
~Stormyfeather
