This is the revised version of my Warriors fanfic, Three Stars! I hope you'll enjoy! I will accept no flames about my characters' names. Yes, some of them are not canon, but they are real names from a roleplay site.
Three Stars
Part One
Prologue
The waning moon gave little light for a certain small gray she-cat tonight, and clouds would occasionally obscure it when they gracefully flowed across. She raced through the dark forest at close-to-full-speed. Any faster and she would be running through the thick brush and into the deciduous tree trunks that were abundant in this part of the territory.
At last, the trees grew scarce and the gray she-cat took her last leap into an open clearing. Her paws skidded to a halt before the gaping mouth of a cave. It basked in the scant moonlight, casting bluish shadows on the ground. The she-cat's ice blue eyes flitted anxiously around at the surrounding trees before carefully padding into the cave.
It wasn't half moon. She knew that. But this was a matter of urgency. What with MidnightClan in the state it was in, having no leadership, falling apart and weakened, a prophecy would be reason enough for a late night visit to the Mooncave.
The short, dark tunnel led the she-cat to a chamber within the cave. One single beam of moonlight poured in from the top of the chamber. The light illuminated the small pool of water in the center. The walls echoed with voices of the past. They seemed to be whispering of ominous foretellings tonight.
The she-cat hastened to the Moonpool. Its clear surface was unbroken, yet it shimmered in the moonlight. She inhaled deeply and touched her nose to the ice cold water.
"Rainstorm." A pure white tom was padding toward her. Suddenly, this was not the Mooncave. Rainstorm was in StarClan's territory.
"Whitebark." Rainstorm dipped her head in respect. "Forgive me. This couldn't wait until morning."
"No, Rainstorm," Whitebark said. "You couldn't wait until morning."
Rainstorm felt a surge of annoyance. MidnightClan was unstable. There was no time for reprimands. "Whitebark, StarClan sent me a prophecy," she said.
The white StarClan cat silenced her with a flick of his tail across her mouth. "I know, Rainstorm."
"Whitebark, it made no sense!" Rainstorm said, growing impatient. "I had a dream. I know I had a dream. But for some reason that you think was appropriate, I can't remember a thing about it! Not one cat, or place, or anything."
Whitebark smiled. "It makes perfect sense, young one. You say you cannot remember the visual prophecy. That's normal for regular dreams. The real prophecy is in the words."
Rainstorm's eyes widened as the white tom slowly disappeared along with the lush forest that surrounded them. "Whitebark, wait!" she shouted. But in the next moment, the gray she-cat awoke in the Mooncave. Her meeting with Whitebark had been less than helpful, but then again since when did he not speak in riddles?
The real prophecy, Whitebark had said, was in the words. Rainstorm searched her mind, trying to make sense of his clue. It came to her like a hawk to its prey; the words that echoed from the recesses of her dream.