Hi, I've had this, and two other stories that I haven't typed yet, stuck in my head for days.
So I decided to post it.
Please review, even if you don't like it! I need feedback and ideas on how I can improve.
And reviews make me happy and excited about the story. This makes me want to write more and better chapters.
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Prologue
The moon shone bright in the sky as a medicine cat studied the stars. For the bright points would give her a glimpse of the destiny of the kits coming into the world tonight. Her ancestors had always told her the destiny of the kits born in to her clan. As they on had always told the medicine cats before her the destiny of the kits born into their time.
She heard the rustling of an anxious cat. It was the father of the kits no doubt. They were always upset on these nights. He would calm down soon and joy would fill the nursery. Joy in celebration of new life.
Her former mentor was in the nursery too. Her soothing voice was calming the mother. She was ignoring the father. As others before him, he was asking needless questions that, if you used a little logic, were easily answered.
The wind ruffled her fur. And a gray tabby tom padded to her side. He looked at the stars for a moment.
"Have you had any sign," he asked.
She stared at the sky for a few heartbeats before answering, "Not yet. Airclan will give me a sign when they feel ready, and when they feel that I am ready."
"What is there to be ready for? They're kits for Airclan's sake," he muttered resentfully under his breath.
"They may be kits now. But they, and others their age, hold the fate of tomorrow in their paws," she said without looking away from the stars.
"Then Airclan help us," he whispered. All he ever could see in kits was how annoying they were. They never stopped whining and were constantly getting into trouble.
"You need to learn the values of patience and the willingness to give cats a chance, Stonestar," the medicine cat told the gray tabby.
"Tell me when Airclan shows you the sign," he said, ignoring her words. And he rose to his paws and padded noiselessly to his den.
The restless movement stopped. And her former mentor left the nursery. She nodded to Shadowstream before heading to their den.
Shadowstream stared after her before padding to a small pool at the side of the camp. Airclan had used reflection before to give signs and warnings. She was thinking of this as she looked into the pool.
The sign would come soon. Shadowstream could tell by the new anticipation settling in her very bones. The sleeping camp seemed to be holding its breath. And the stars seemed to be dancing, their movement making it seem as if there were ripples in the pool.
There was a heartbeat of silence,and then the water turned red. Shadowstream felt horror grip her as if she were in some monsters jaws. She saw a battle scared brown tabby crouching down, preparing to ambush an unsuspecting ginger and white she-cat. The image changed to a gold tom snarling at group of fearsome cats. Even though he was outnumbered by far and was completely surrounded.
The pictures kept flashing by before her eyes, each striking terror in her heart. A silvery blue she-cat stumbling through a snowstorm, her pelt stained with blood. A tom with a bright ginger pelt wailing over the unmoving body of a petite white she-cat. And then she saw four cats standing on a hill, they looked as if they were ready for battle. And their pelts shone brightly, fiery ginger, silvery blue, gleaming gold, and white and ginger. She couldn't see their faces.
"They hold the safety of the clans in their paws. For love, bravery, loyalty, and cleverness are the four qualities that are needed for a hero," it was as if many cats were talking at once, the sound made Shadowstream's fur stand on end. "But beware. A hero also has the potential to create evil." And with that all was quiet.
The images stopped and Shadowstream stumbled back. Her heart felt like it was beating faster than a hummingbird's wing. Her sides heaved as if she had just run here all the way from the tiny mountains in the distance. It seemed to take moons for her to calm down.
The pool was no longer red as if it were made of blood. The stars no longer danced, instead they were still, cold, and distant. And the camp was no longer silent, cats shifted in their sleep, some were even mumbling indistinctly.
As Shadowstream padded to her den, one thing stood out clearly in her mind. She mustn't tell a soul about the images she saw or what the voice had told her. If she did then the whole camp would overreact. And the kits would fall under suspicion. She would lie to Stonestar and say that they had the same destiny as any other kits.
And, with her plan fresh in her mind, Shadowstream curled up in her soft nest and fell into a fitful sleep. She would be jumpy for the next few days. And then she would be too busy taking care of cats with whitecough to think about the kits.
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