The Lightning Prophecy Lightning eyes pierce the earth.
Sky fur shall light the moon.
Child of lightning and storm,
With powers greater than any other.
Shall strike down evil, Or bring it back.
A wolf will come.
Prologue A dark shape ran quickly through the heavy rain, leaping over rocks and fallen trees with grace, and no hesitation. A great light sparked in the dark sky, roaring loudly, almost as a warning for the larger storm yet to come. The figure, once a blur of fur and droplets of rain, stopped at the edge of the forest. She hesitated before going in. The wolf noticed a familiar scent, and scowled, her lips curling up. She stared out into the shadows, her tail twitching slightly. Two wolves stepped out; one large and bulky, the other slim and swift. Their eyes were narrowed in a glare, unpleasant expressions on their dark, rain splattered faces.
"What are you doing here, Clashpaw?", the larger one snarled. He sniffed the thick air and picked up the wolf's light scent, nearly washed out from the heavy rain and strong winds. "BloodPack", he mumbled to the slim wolf next to him with distaste, "What now, have you come here to kill more warriors?" "You're pretty young for that, little pup", the slim wolf sneered.
"I'm not here for your warriors Cloudstar. I just need a bit of BreezePack's territory. I'm sure you could spare some, you've got plenty of space," Clashpaw spoke casually, grooming her right forepaw.
"You're hare-brained if you think that BreezePack will hand their territory over that easily.", Cloudstar spat.
Clashpaw's eyes flashed, and she slowly lowered her paw in the middle of grooming. She looked at him with a plain expression.
"I'm sorry, but I think you'll have to think twice about that." Swiftly, she leapt towards the slim wolf and clamped her jaws around her throat. The wolf landed on their back and whimpered profusely, thrashing around trying to get free of Clashpaw's grip. Cloudstar stumbled back but seemed to regained his balance quickly. Horror flashed in his eyes.
"Let go of her, now." The male growled, his long, sharp fangs faintly reflecting the light of the booming strike of lightning, which hit relatively close to their small meeting ground.
Clashpaw turned to him, her jaws still clamped tight. Her eyes were cold and dull, unforgiving. Her face remained emotionless as her teeth sank deeper into the wolf's neck, but not enough to kill her.
"I'll..I'll give you some territory up north near the top of the stream, but, please...do not take too much of our prey.", the large wolf begged pathetically, "While we may have a large territory, the prey is becoming scarce. Even we, the strongest in the clan, are weak with hunger. Though, I do not want any blood to be spilled tonight."
Now that Clashpaw had really looked at them, the wolf she had in her jaws was not slim, but skinny. She nodded as if she agreed, then dropped the wolf back down. Immediately after being let go, she scrambled behind Cloudstar. Clashpaw backed up and ran towards the stream. Never would she turn back. Not to the horrors she'd seen in her life.