Well, this is the first fic I've ever written. Well, I'll give writing a shot and see what happens!
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, not exactly. It was definitely a dark night, but that was due to the fact that it was always dark where these cats lived. However, it wasn't a stormy night. In fact, the cats doomed to lurk under this eternal darkness had not experienced a storm for a very long time, so long, they missed storms. They missed the rain and the thunder and the lightning and even the mud that came with a storm. They missed the fire that sent even the toughest warriors into a panic or the fear in young kits' eyes as they stared at the blue forks in the sky, or even the tempers that would rise after a while of not leaving a certain den. But while these cats missed a good storm, they did not miss light, the light brought by stars in particular. Oh, they hated stars.
"Firestorm!" came a loud yowl, disrupting the eerie silence of the dark forest. A pale gray she-cat stepped out from the misty gloom into the small clearing. It was obvious to see by her figure that she had been born a RiverClan cat, and that when she had died, it had been neither quick nor recent. Scratches and scars covered her body, though they were supposed to have disappeared after her death.
A ginger tom followed the gray she-cat into the clearing. He, like her, had the look of a long-dead RiverClan cat that had died in battle. His green eyes, like the gray she-cat's ice-blue ones, had a hardened glare fixed into them, one that softened for nobody and nothing.
"Yes, Iceflower?" the tom asked quietly, coming to sit beside his mate, curling his tail around his paws.
"I've found out something interesting," Iceflower replied. "Something that might give us some power over StarClan."
"Hm?" Firestorm inquired, knowing she was getting at something important.
"Remember how I told you that my sister, Grayflower, was the mother of a couple of ShadowClan cats that eventually descended to Brokentail, the Clan's cruel former leader?"
"Yes," Firestorm replied.
"Well, I met him," Iceflower replied smugly.
"You met Brokenstar?" Firestorm gasped incredulously. "How?"
"It seems that one of us, a Dark Forest cat, can make contact with any other Dark Forest cat related to him or her," Iceflower announced.
"So that means-" Firestorm gasped, then paused to consider the option. "If we find the correct connection, any one of us could make contact with any other!"
"Correct," Iceflower replied. "Well, most cats in the same Clan are distantly related, for a start. Plus, some Dark Forest cats are the ancestors of other Dark Forest cats."
"True," Firestorm agreed. "You're related to Brokenstar, a ShadowClan cat. This relates us to mostly all of ShadowClan through extended family. Now, you remember Silverstream, the daughter of the RiverClan leader who fell in love with the ThunderClan tom Graystripe?"
"That was fun to watch," Iceflower remembered. "Silverstream's newer relations with Graystripe linked the RiverClan family to nearly all of ThunderClan's, considering Graystripe's relatives."
"Now that we've found RiverClan's relation to ThunderClan and ShadowClan, all we need to do is relate the medicine cat Leafpool to her mate, Crowfeather. We've got connections between all four Clans now, and therefore, we should be able to meet with all the other members of the Dark Forest!" Firestorm concluded.
"That's not the half of it, though," Iceflower cut in.
"What else is there?" Firestorm wondered.
"For one, a Dark Forest cat can make contact with a cat outside of this Place of No Stars, more specifically, in Life," Iceflower informed her mate. "For another, there is some way, which eludes me, for a Dark Forest cat to materialize in Life."
"Do you realize what this means?" Firestorm pressed, his eyes widened to the size of moons, a cruel smirk on his face.
"Yes, but pretend I don't," Iceflower replied.
"We can finally match StarClan!" Firestorm meowed cheerfully. "With the contacts within the Dark Forest and in Life, we could assemble an army!"
"And who would lead it?" Iceflower meowed skeptically. "You?"
"Are you looking for someone?" came a high-pitched voice. A dark yellow tom stepped out from the shadows. He was a strong tom that had only been mentioned to these cats in elder's tales. These tales were usually about Lightningtail, the dark yellow tom with a signature ginger stripe down his back. He had been Thunderstar's deputy during his lifetime, his loyal friend and colleague. In the elder's tales, Lightningtail had defeated foxes, destroyed badgers, and all the while, made his leader look good. However, in the elder's tales, it never mentioned how one night, Lightningtail had crept up on his leader and shredded three lives out of his 'friend'. The tales never spoke of Lightningtail forcibly taking the name Lightningstar and sending ThunderClan into an age of darkness. And of course the tales never told how a few daring warriors arranged with the other three Clans to have their cruel leader put to death. Overall, Lightningstar was the only cat to succeed in murdering his Clan leader.
"Greetings, Lightningstar," Firestorm murmured. "Iceflower has an idea."
"Tell me later," Lightningstar squeaked. "What must be done now?"
"We must find a living cat to visit," Firestorm replied. "And I know just who."
...And that was the first chapter I've written. I believe the tradition now is to review whore. Review! Review! Review! Or else...