Ok, so here is the prologue! I understand it isn't how you'd normally set out a fan fiction but this is going to turn into more of an actual story for me! In the future, I will be writing - hopefully - more stories on different cats. This is my first fan fiction, and I was actually quite nervous about posting it! Anyway, I would love some comments! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Prologue:
A grey cat sat hunched over the water, glaring into its depths. His amber eyes flashed. He was angry. Behind him, his tail thrashed against the air. Around him it was silent. Occasionally he caught the whiff of prey and the scuffling of a mouse, or squirrel. The river roared past, inches from his nose. Like a boulder, he remained deathly still. Hardly breathing. Clack! The sounds of stones smacking each other caused his ears to swivel round. The tom scented the air and without looking behind him, identified the cat walking uneasily on the pebbles. "Tigerheather. You came." He turned slowly, bones stiff from crouching.
"Of course, Greystar." Tigerheather dipped his head to the Starclan cat, noticing the shimmer of stars in his thick fur. Greystar seated himself opposite the visitor. "Is anyone else meeting us here?" Tigerheather asked, tail flicking slightly, "Tigerstripe? Russetpelt? Spottedfur?" He asked, referring to his father and mother, and his mentor. Greystar shook his head. "They sent me." He explained, voice coarse with age.
Tigerheather sat back on his haunches, tail laid across his paws. "Why did you bring me here?" He asked. Greystar reach forward, touching his shoulder with his tail.
Immediately, Tigerheather was plunged into darkness. Around him, he could see nothing, but his ears rang with the sound of battle. Yowls cried out as he crouched – suddenly terrified. The medicine cat froze as it fell gradually silent. Above him, the sky lit up. Two stars shone, bright enough to how him his surroundings. Cats lay littered like leaves on the ground. Death. Decay. Tigerheather gasped, seeing two silhouettes at the center of the chaos. The cat felt bile rise in his throat. They killed them! Wait! If these cats are the clan… He searched around, looking for his clanmates. Russetflame! Bramblestorm! Ceaderpaw! Where are they? The tom frowned, perplexed. These weren't warriors of Stoneclan. As he looked back up – green eyes fearful – he saw that the two cats had vanished.
"Two of the same…" He recognized Greystar's voice. But he couldn't see him. More voices joined as they recited on, "Both divide by pride and different in ways..." he could hear more voices joining to growing clamor, "Will rise against the darkness!" Yet more cats yowled out the prophecy, causing Tigerheather to flinch away. It grew into a roar, before the clearing dropped into silence where a she-cat's dulcet tones completed the prophecy…
"But only love will light the way…."
