Hey, Maplestrike here!

I thought I'd try my hand at writing the most typical warriors story ever, hence the title trollfic. If you'd rather read something more serious, try my other big story, Dead of the Night. Here goes with the story!


Starshimmer stared at Spottypelt.

"There can only be one cat to save the Clans," she whispered. Spottypelt nodded.

"Should I deliver the prophecy to the leader or the medicine cat?" Spottypelt asked. Starshimmer rolled her eyes.

"Send it to whoever will take the longest to work out what it means," she said wisely.

"Medicine cat it is then," said Spottypelt. Swiftly she trotted over the StarClan border into LightningClan territory. Walking straight through the thorn barrier, she went into the medicine den and found the sleeping medicine cat. She poked him sharply in the flank with a claw.

"Oy, wake up, lazy! I've got something important to tell you." Featherberry blinked open his eyes and stared in astonishment at the StarClan cat.

"Spottypelt, what are you doing-"

"Shut up. I've got to deliver this prophecy quickly before Shinystar steals the squirrel I was stalking," gabbled the dead warrior.

"Oh boy, a prophecy!" said Featherberry excitedly. "Hit me with it!"

"There will be one cat that will save the clans from destruction. Day will fight night and only one cat can win. Gotta go bye!" And with that, the StarClan cat flew up back into the sky and among the stars. Featherberry stared after her.

"Oh my StarClan, I wonder who will save the clan?" he wondered to himself.