The pale moonlight glittered over the lake, where an old cat paced, collecting herbs as he traveled at the edge of the forest, and looking at the lake and night sky. Suddenly, another cat came from the trees behind. The cat turned and asked "What is it, Sandtail?"
The young cat looked at him and said, with excitement in his eyes," Fawnshade has kitted"
The cat's eye flicked with happiness. "Did the kitting go well? How many were there? Are they all healthy?"
"Yes, every cat is fine. And there were 3 kits. One was a white she-kit, with blue splotches, another was a grey tom, and the last one was a black she-kit, with unusual orange eyes."
"Wonderful, let's go see them"
The two cats arrived at camp, where all the others were sleeping. They went to the nursery, where they saw the mother sleeping, with the kits on the other side of her belly.
"I'm going to sleep, it's past moonhigh", Sandtail yawned.
The cat stood there, watching them sleep when he noticed one kit, the black one, was still awake, as it peered over the mother's back. She looked at the old cat with a brilliant gaze. Then, her orange eyes turned to red for a few heartbeats and orange again. The old cat was confused for a moment, but then his eyes widened in horror. As realization crept in, he looked eerily still, as if he was frozen.
It's started. The end has begun…
"The red eyes of fire will rise and fall, will never be put out, and start the end… of the clans"
I know, it's a terrible prophecy.
First FanFic, so tell me what's wrong with anything please in a reveiw. I try to pay a lot of attention to detail.
From, the Skourby