Feathers in the Storm: Frosty Winds -Book 1-

by Wild to the Heart

The great battle with the Dark forest has been won, and the clans are settling in to a peaceful life. This however doesn't last long, a new threat makes it self known to Starclan, and they are unsure of what this could mean. One cat is chosen, chosen for greatness? You may ask, but no, chosen for heartbreak, sorrow and sacrifice. "Beware the one who's fur is always stained red"

1. Prologue

Oh looky, New story because my tribe one was scrapped. This one I will actually commit to this time! I am a very new writer, completely new to the concept, and I will try my best! That's all readers!

Note: Takes place after the Last Hope, the events after did not happen here. May be some ocs, mostly because I don't really remember cats from other clans. And this is short because, well it's a prologue. The others will be longer I promise. ;w;

Four cats sat by a shimmering pool, their pelts seemingly covered in stars. The grass and trees around them was thick, lush, and covered in stars, the entire forest seem to glow. The cats surrounding the pool mumbled to themselves, eventually one speaking up above the rest.

"Is this the right cat?" A scruffy grey molly with piercing amber eyes looking into a swirling pool, a faint outline of a cat imprinted on its surface. She turned her head to the cat on her right, a tom-cat with fur alit like flames.

"I don't know Yellowfang." He answered quietly. The grey molly, known as Yellowfang bared her teeth at the toms response, her raggedy fur spiking upwards.

"We have to be absolutely sure! Darkness is barreling towards us like a storm and we cannot choose the wrong cat!" The cats gathered around silenced their mumbling due to Yellowfangs outburst. A blue-grey molly approached the two cats with a wary gaze. "Firestar, Yellowfang is right, we must be sure about our decision, the fate of the clans depend on it." She argued, her tail swaying behind her. The orange tom, Firestar, gave the blue-grey molly a look of protest, but was silenced by the stern look in her eyes.

"I understand Bluestar, I will make my decision now" Firestar mumbled, and turned to look back at the pool. He gazed at the outline of the cat and closed his eyes. "She is the one." The gathered cats nodded and gazed into the pool, watching as the outlined cat disappeared. The gathered cats soon dispersed, leaving all but Bluestar behind. The molly layed her body down by the edge of the pool and stared into the distance. She mumbled to herself, but her words seem to echo around the starry forest.

"The herb that grows in ice must overtake the one who's fur is always stained red"