Sorry about the weird summary. The last word of each sentence got cut off. Here's the real summary:
The first ancestors of the clans weren't the five leaders, Thunder, River Wind, Shadow, and Sky, whatever you might've been told. Don't get me wrong, they existed. But there was a cat before them, a more powerful cat than you could ever imagine. For years, his legacy was scattered between clanless cats. But what happens when a very special cat brings his legacy back to the clans.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors. That's Erin Hunter's. Or that cover image. It belongs to E-x-e-k-i-e-l (Olivier Touchent)
Prologue:
The first ancestors of the clans weren't the five leaders, Thunder, River, Wind, Shadow, and Sky, whatever you might have been told.
Don't get me wrong, they existed. But there were cats before them, more powerful cats than you could ever imagine.
There were four cats. These four supreme beings were the birth of all creation. They were siblings.
The first was Star. He was a mighty gray-blue tom, trying to always do the right thing.
The second was Flame. He was a ginger tom, as you might have guessed. He was a little hot headed, but good in his own little way.
The third was Ice. She was a calico she-cat, the only one among them. She was fair and kind, but she never hesitated to help the cats around her.
The last one was a mysterious fellow, always keeping to himself. He was never exactly, right in the head. Maybe the neglect over the years had caused it. He wasn't the most heroic cat, staying in the shadows of his littermates, doing his own thing behind their backs. They would've never guessed that their poor, seemingly helpless brother could be so deadly. They should've never turned their back to him.
Flame went down first. He clawed his throat out in his sleep. When they woke up, he had choked on his own blood.
Star was second. He cared for him so much, but that didn't stop him from slicing his stomach open.
Ice's was the final death. She had always kept him close, but not because she was worried for him. It was because she kept her friends close and her enemies closer. She went down with a fight.
They fought till the early dawn, till that leap of death where he pushed Ice off a cliff. She went tumbling down, but not before she gave him a final scratch above his right eye.
They say that descendents of him have the same mark. That they always get that scratch above their right eye sometime in their life, from a descendant of Ice.
Star, Flame, and Ice had their own kits before they died. Their descendants were the all famous, Thunder, River, Wind, Shadow, and Sky.
The other one, however, had only one kit. He had the heart of his mother and the courage of his father and he was his greatest joy in life. He was raised to become the new him. This cat, though, had a kinder heart.
As his father passed away, he retired to a simple life, with his own mate and kits. His kits never really joined any clans, simply lived their own lives as loner, rogues, or kittypets.
However, there is still one question unanswered.
Who was the kit of this deceptive beast?
His name is unknown to us, but I like to call him Ghost.
This was just an idea that popped into my head. Tell me what you think!