A/N: IMPORTANT NOTICE: THIS IS A PARODY. I REPEAT, PARODY!

You will read this with acronyms in your head. Either LOL or WTF.

Prolouge: A warning

It was a dark and stormy night.

The skies were black and boiling with dark masses of clouds. Rain fell- no, ripped through the cold air, each forceful as a bullet. (Of course, cats don't know what a bullet is, but I do.) Wind howled through the skies, screaming, screaming. The storm raged and seemed to shake the forest to its roots, but if one knew what was going to happen soon, the storm's power would pale in comparison. But let's not think about what is to come…. Anyway, darkness swept across the lands, allies with the stinging rain and roaring storm, twin demons reigning over the forest.

As usual.

Of course, it would be a dark and stormy night, especially in the beginning of a chapter titled "A warning". Of course. It is always a dramatic beginning, a storm raging through the lands as a significant event happens. Quite like how an action movie is punctured by dramatic sound effects, such as thunderclaps, a sudden explosion of dark music, and the ever-famous dun dun duuuun! (Cats don't know what those are either, but whatever.) Always. Always. It has grown so common that it, the mighty storm, actually seems kind of boring to read about now. Amazing, really! The mighty storm, such a great force of nature, beginning to grow boring! Alas, such is the effect of overuse and clichés.

But I digress.

Back to the storm. Or more accurately, what was trying to hide from the storm. Yes, another cliché. As a brilliant lightning flash lit up the black sky and a terrible thunderclap sounded, a lone silhouette is seen, desperately searching for a place to hide from the raging storm. A pregnant she-cat.

And then she is going to find a place to give birth and will do it successfully but will die in the process but still give birth to a perfectly healthy kit. And that kit is going to survive the harshness of the forest on wit alone, even if he or she is no more than a newborn. And then the kit will join a Clan and be realized to be in a prophecy, and then through trial and hardship he or she will defeat the bad guys and become a hero and all will sing praise. Right?

Nope.

True, the storm raged above, but already its power was diminishing, and already bits of sunlight are poking through the clouds tentively. The storm was ending. And soon, when a – sort of- significant event was actually going to happen, there would be no storm at all. No dramatic background to set off the story in a bang! Well, that sucks for the author, yours truly, but the she-cat (yes, there is a she-cat) rejoiced. But no, the she-cat was not pregnant as said before (I said "just kidding", didn't I?). Instead, the storm parts to see two cats walking side by side: a dark gray she-cat and a black kit. Yes, the she-cat's kit was already born. And it is not unhealthy, nor is it crippled, nor does it have a personality issue. In fact, the kit is perfectly healthy, and its name is Night. And it is not an it, but a he.

And no, Night does not have a sob story.

No, Night does not have magic powers either.

Night is a normal cat –gasp!- just a normal cat walking through the now-sunlit forest with his mother, Shade. No sob story, no weird abilities, just a normal cat. But he may find that his destiny is not as normal as it seems…..

Of course there is going to be an epic cliffhanger. Of course.

-Line break-

Aspenstar of SkyClan sat high in a tree, thinking. Thinking. Of Clan issues, of course. Of course there is going to be an issue in the Clan, and then there is going to be a prophecy that will patch everything up. As usual, another cliché.

But you will find that it is different here. Because there is no Clan issue. SkyClan is perfectly well. The prey is abundant, and so are the kits (You know, the future?). The forest is in all the glory of Greenleaf, and the leaves are lush and green, as the season name suggests.

And of course, SkyClan is at peace. After all, it has no enemies, no other Clan to threaten it. So the Clan prospers and its ranks swell, and the few deaths that occur are calm. The storm was only a setback, a momentary pause in SkyClan's growth, and now the camp is full of willing cats who drag away all the debris littering their camp and rebuilding the dens that were broken. Normally, they would try to hang back and get someone else to do it, but now they are so glad that the camp didn't flood that they are temporarily made into willing volunteers.

But of course Aspenstar is thinking. No, worrying.

Of course.

Aspenstar was worried. She had been before, but then it had been just a nagging doubt, something she easily pushed away. But after the storm struck, her worry had swelled. Just like SkyClan's prosperity swelled, but in a bad way.

Actually, the storm had nothing to do with it. It had just provided the perfect metaphor.

Aspenstar had noticed something. It was so trivial that most would have missed it. Most. But Aspenstar is Aspenstar, and Aspenstar is really just a worrywart who overthinks everything. Really.

Don't tell her I said that.

Anyway. Aspenstar had noticed that before the storm, there was a calm. Yes, a calm. Strange, really, how before the storm strikes, before the storm's rage breaks loose and all is chaos there is a calm. So contradictory. Nature can be a hypocrite, I guess.

But then the calm had left, and all was chaos.

Now, Aspenstar faced a peaceful era. A calm. SkyClan was growing, and all was well, it seemed.

But is this no more than the calm before the storm? Just a pause before all hell breaks loose?

Aspenstar shook her head, denying. No way. No way. It's just little old me overthinking things again. Honestly.

Now, I know that in several stories the characters seem so stupid. The answer is dangling right in front of them, yet they ignore it. They all think that there is no big deal, no danger looming before them. So ignorant, you say. So stupid. But we must forgive them, for they know not of this story. They know not of the fact that they are actually just characters in a story, made for our entertainment. Of course they don't. They think they are just normal cats leading a normal life (Although I wouldn't call talking cats living in a sophisticated Clan normal). How can we blame them? For all we know, we could be in a story, too, about to plunge into war and disaster.

But I digress.

Yup, Aspenstar thought. Just silly old me, thinking all is disaster again.

But, a little voice in her head said, what if you are right? What if this is actually just the calm before the storm? You never know. Better safe than sorry, after all.

Go away! Aspenstar thought-yelled. Remember what happened last time I listened to you?

An image of terrified cats hiding in a cave, shivering, hiding from a horde of foxes. Hiding from a horde of foxes that didn't exist. Aspenstar's face still burned from the lingering humiliation, for it had been her that triggered the false alarm.

"Better safe than sorry", Aspenstar snapped. That's what you said that time, too.

But—

"Go away!" Aspenstar yelled out loud, then groaned in embarrassment as a nearby flock of birds took flight in alarm. Now look what you made me do. It just had to be my favorite prey, too.

But the little voice was gone.

Well, that's that. Aspenstar thought, strangely triumphant. She found herself doing a strange little dance of victory, which was not a good idea, since she was sitting in a tree. In case you forgot. Aspenstar sure did.

CRASH!

Aspenstar fell out of the tree, causing another flock of birds to fly away, too.

"Well, oops." She muttered, feeling as if her fur was on fire. She tried desperately not to remember the time she had actually lost a life by falling out of a tree. All the StarClan cats had been laughing, too. How embarrassing.

"Well, at least no one saw that."

"Think again."

Aspenstar whirled around, bristling. But it was no enemy, just the medicine cat, Graytail. AKA her brother. How did I not notice him? Hmm.

Graytail continued. "You're a cat, right?"

"What in StarClan's name? Of course!"

"Aren't cats always supposed to land on their feet?"

"I-um, I…." she blustered. "I'm assuming that you have something to tell me. Maybe a prophecy?" Desperate to change the subject. Of course.

Graytail started. How did she know?

"Looks like I was right on the mark, then. Spit it out."

But where to start? The dream had been weird, so weird. Just start with what you know.

"Ummm….." Graytail tried to make his voice sound deep and mysterious, but failed miserably. "The night…will come?" Aspenstar stared for a moment, and Graytail wondered if his "deep and mysterious" voice had worked.

But nooo. Far from it.

"You don't say?" Aspenstar snorted. Inwardly she grinned. Yes! Finally a triumph over that snarky Graytail!

"Well….." Graytail stammered. "It was actually really weird, you see, and that was the only part I recognized, sooooo….."

"Spit it out." Aspenstar repeated.

"Well, there was the sky. It was all sunshiney and bright, and all was well. But then this, this….." Graytail found himself hesitating. Surely Aspenstar would think that he was insane. Surely.

"Go on." Was it just him, but did Aspenstar actually sound interested?

"Well, there were, um, these cats filling out the sky and blocking it."

"Seems legit." Aspenstar was confused. This was definitely not what she thought was "really weird" and "hard to understand".

"Just one thing." Graytail hesitated. "They were…um….rainbow-colored."

"Rainbow…. cats."

"But then night came and all the weird cats vanished and someone said: 'They will come, but night will, too, and they will flee.' So, yeah…" Aspenstar started making a strange noise.

Graytail realized she was laughing.

"Honestly, Graytail!" Aspenstar choked between fits of laughter. "The catnip's for cats with Greencough, not you!"

"What?!" Graytail spluttered. "I'm not—that's—it was a prophecy-!"

"Prophecy, my butt! If it is, the only thing it's saying is that you need to stop getting high on catnip!"

"I am not getting high on catnip, Aspenstar!"

Aspenstar didn't look convinced.

A/N: yes, I know its rambley and strange, and the prophecy's really obvious, and Aspenstar should be called Failstar. But it's a parody, so bear with me, kk?

So which was it? LOL or WTF?