Hello! ShiningSilentStar here, and I'm back and ready to write! So, I was rereading the stories that I currently have on here, and I was disappointed with how I saw myself writing. I put almost all my stories into a discontinued state, and so far this will be the only one I will work on for now until its completion. Enjoy the rewritten prologue of Nothing to Hide!

Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, not me.


Prologue- Of Rainy Nights and Roses

It was a quiet night. All was peaceful, and in a rather large den carved into a rock and partially covered by ivy tendrils, a tom with ginger-brown, springy fur was settling down for his rest. His amber eyes blinked around the camp one last time before curling into a ball in the corner of the den and falling asleep. It didn't take long, however, for him to wake again. Only this time, he was welcomed by the sight of a fogged forest; the trees looming above his small stature. In the distance and coming ever closer, a form began to take the shape of a cat.

"Dovetail…?" The tom muttered under his breath. He wasn't surprised to see his former mentor, having been to StarClan several times in his life already. LightClan may look peaceful, but some would be surprised at how much goes on inside the walls.

"Emberfur…it has been such a long time since I last saw you," the cat, now known as Dovetail said, smiling softly. Her cobalt eyes shimmered with…tears? and her paws shifting her weight between the left and right sides of her body.

"The nights of rain will come bearing the sweet roses of light. Together, they will calm the raging fires within the walls."

"Wait…what?" Emberfur asked. He was not one for focusing on things for long, and a prophecy was highly uncommon in these parts. His words fell on deaf ears, though, as Dovetail soon faded away into the stars above, reassurance in her eyes.

"Trust the younger generation. They know more than you think."


"AHHHHHH!"

The few who were awake at moonhigh jumped as the cry rang throughout the camp. Emberfur, LightClan's medicine cat, let his tail run comforting circles across the Clan's most recent queen as a she-cat outside peeked into the nursery, then looked out at the toms standing before her.

"Dawnpetal looks just fine," Goldenleaf mewed, her marigold-colored fur shining pale in the moonlight. "She knows how take care of herself. If you think those kits won't come out healthy, look me in the eye and say so right now."

No one turned to meet her gaze, instead finding something much more interesting in the ground and their surroundings.

Darkfoot raised his head and looked at Goldenleaf. "How are you so sure?" he asked, sheathing and unsheathing his claws. "You're not a medicine cat, and these kits are part of the future of LightClan."

"Part of the future they are!" Goldenleaf replied, smiling. "And they're going to have a bright one- I can just feel it."

Two bright amber eyes poked out from the space that was the nursery. "Dawnpetal's kits have arrived. Darkfoot, if you can handle them, you're welcome inside. Dustclaw, I'm not worried about you." Said warrior Dustclaw nodded. "No one else inside just yet." Emberfur finished, ignoring Dustclaw and disappearing back inside.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not going in just yet," Dustclaw spoke, wind ruffling up both gray and silver fur on his pelt. Turning to Darkfoot, he continued, "Even if the kit's eyes aren't open yet, which I doubt they'll be, by the way, I don't want to take any chances."

"If you're sure, Dustclaw," Darkfoot replied, stepping into the nursery. His eyes peered around the dark, moonlit space as he looked for his mate. After spotting the bundles of fur and glowing eyes not too far from him, his eyes lit up with happiness.

Dawnpetal beamed up at him, saying, "You're now a father to three, Darkfoot. One tom and two she-cats- Emberfur said that they couldn't be healthier!" She used her tail to point to a small, light gray mass of fur eagerly suckling her mother. "If you don't mind, I already have a name for this one."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, what is it?" Darkfoot asked, curiosity seeping into his emerald eyes.

"It's nothing special, really. I was thinking about naming her Rainkit," Dawnpetal glanced down at her daughter.

"It sounds fine to me, Dawnpetal," Darkfoot reassured. "As for this little guy…" He gestured to a black tomkit that was almost invisible against the black ground of the nursery. "How does Nightkit sound to you? Partially because he's so good at camouflaging with the night and shadows, so I thought…" he trailed off.

"Of course, Nightkit it is. So for this one…" She glanced lovingly at a pinkish-reddish ball on the floor, fast asleep.

"Rosekit."


So, feel free to tell me what you think! I'm not accepting OCs for this story anymore, as I have a list of the characters from the original up on my profile. Please review and spread the word that this is back!

-SSS