A white tom stood at the edge of a forest his eyes looking up at the sky, he was standing ever so gracefully on his back legs...long glorious hair flowing besides him. He was in deep thought, thinking about his horrid past before he came to this small band of outcasts, it was his fault that cat had died... he turned when he heard footsteps...Behind him was the medicine cat...Stripestripe... her eyes where wide as she made her way up to him.
"STRIPE!" She called, Sir Fab nodded in acknowledgement.
"What brings you to me dear StripeStripe?" He spoke wisely raising a fabulous brow.
"STRIPE STRIPE STRIPE!" She paused looking up at him,
"stripe stripe...stripe stripe stripe stripe..stripe stripe..." She whispers her eyes dark and grim.
"Stripestripe dear...I do not understand your stripe speak.." He whispers politely, the striped cat coughed and took a deep breath.
"There is a prophecy Sir Fabstar.." another cat spoke, revealing herself, gray and blue pelt shining brightly beneath the moonlight.
" she sayz Ouit of teh Strange the norm shall com...The forest shall burn and teh star shall rise...and only the one who culd be both a winnr an a losserer...can save us.." She looked up at him with intense bloodshot eyes,
"Oh my Hightail...that dose not sound good..." The Leader said calmly staring at his deputy, he put his hands behind his back and slowly walked twords his den.
"I wonder what it means..." He whisperd his tail twitching slightly.
"Say Hightail? You think you could keep an eye out on the territory? Find me this: looser who could also be a winner..."
"of course Sirfabstar.." She dipped her head and ran off.
"Stripe stripe stripe?" Stripestripe striped
"Yes my dear stripestripe...I do feel she will be the one..."
A/N: First fanfic for this account! my friend and I both write stories here! This is a little more serious than I planned but it will have to do!