One thing: this is my first fanfic, but flames and criticism will be welcomed. Please R&R and here's the full summary (it's long, I can't write short ones for some reason):
"Four from each will rise in a time of utter darkness, four who can control fate and the elements of our lives and destinies." These are the last words of the legendary medicine cat Silverdrift of RiverClan as she made her last and most important prophecy ever to descend upon the Clans, even if they don't know it. All four leaders are unaware of the prophecy; the only cat who heard was Feathershine, Silverdrift's apprentice. And she never forgot . . . until the wolves attacked the Clans and they fell into darkness. Feathershine is determined, however, to find the four and bring the Clans out of the wolves' control.
"Feathershine, what's wrong?" Dewstar asked as she passed by. "Silverdrift's gone to StarClan," Feathershine muttered, trying to ignore the stares as she said this. Her leader sighed heavily. "She was our greatest medicine cat and probably the best one ever seen in all four Clans," Dewstar eventually said. "Well, then. I suppose you should get to work doing whatever you medicine cats do," Wavepelt commented, ignoring Feathershine's glare. "I think that we'll honor Silverdrift better than any other. Is that not right, Wavepelt?" Dewstar added sharply. "Oh, of course. As much as she deserves, which won't be much," the warrior replied darkly. Leaving Dewstar to argue with Wavepelt, Feathershine walked away saying vaguely that she was going to gather herbs.
And ran into the biggest surprise of her life.
Standing tall in front of her was the biggest wolf she had ever seen, even in the strange dreams that had haunted her for moons now. "Stand aside, cat," it growled, shoving her off her feet. Bristling with annoyance and fright, Feathershine bounded back to the RiverClan camp before it could give chase. "Wolf! Wolf, heading this way!" she cried, ramming straight into Dewstar. "A what?" the leader gasped (both for air and in shock). "A wolf, it's coming straight towards the camp! Oh, it's huge! I shouldn't have ignored the signs, StarClan knew and th-"
Right then, the wolf padded into the camp, silencing Feathershine and almost every other cat nearby. "Nieforan," Dewstar muttered, eyes narrowing. "Greetings, cat. I suppose you do not often see wolves around here, do you?" he replied smoothly. Of course, he was correct; the Clans had never seen a wolf in their lives, but they had heard many tales of them from various cats. "What do you want, Nieforan?" Dewstar asked suspiciously. "Well now, is that not simple? Territory rich with prey, which you cats easily supply. Loyalty from fighters and warriors, although cats may be too small. Nothing else," Nieforan answered, a glint in his golden eyes. Dewstar growled. "I can't give you that, and you know it!" Feathershine glanced nervously at her leader. She'd never seen the pale she-cat like this-Dewstar was usually calm and surveying, never impulsively angered. "Give me the Clans, or it will be the worst for all cats who remain," Nieforan snarled, dropping his easy-going manner. "Worst, the worst will be the fact that we give you what you ask!" Dewstar replied furiously, but still made no attempt to fight the wolf. Feathershine glanced nervously at the nearby warriors, hoping for some kind of support.
Wavepelt, for one, looked like he was going to explode with anger, but he was about the only one who was. No other cat seemed mad, but they all looked extremely frightened. As Feathershine took this in, she remembered her mentor's last prophecy. Is this the utter darkness she foretold? Can it be that four will rise and help us out of this? Feathershine shook her thoughts away. No. Dewstar will remain strong with her Clan, and the danger is not as near as this. Nieforan will back down and give up! But no matter how hard she believed in this, she knew that it was useless-Nieforan didn't seem like one to give up very easily. "So-you resist me. That was not a wise choice, cat."
With those words said, Nieforan flung himself at the RiverClan leader. She yowled in surprise and leaped out of the way. Nieforan drew back, his lips in a snarl. "Nimble, are you not. We will see just how!" He jumped at her again, this time much faster so that Feathershine only saw a blur of dark grey and glistening claws. "Look out!" she cried far too late.
The next moment, Nieforan had Dewstar pinned under his large paws. Every cat drew back when the wolf raised his head and glared at them. He twitched his right ear so slightly that few cats noticed it at all. And before the Clan knew that Nieforan had signaled to his hidden wolves to attack, the rest of the wolf pack was upon them.
Feathershine was immediately taken over by a rather large (although Nieforan still was the giant) female wolf with blazing eyes like leaf-fall's grass. Although she was taken by surprise, Feathershine instinctively kicked as hard as she could, which caused the wolf to hesitate and step back. The she-wolf glared. "Do that again and you will regret you were ever born!" she growled, snatching at Feathershine's fur. This time, the medicine cat was prepared and dodged quickly, at the same time trying to land a blow between the wolf's eyes. She missed and the wolf saw this as an opportunity to lunge. And this time, the wolf won, catching her scruff between the sharp white fangs.
Despairingly Feathershine glanced around as the wolf pinned her to the ground. Half of the rest of the Clan were also trapped like she was and the warriors were doing what damage they could to the wolf pack. But RiverClan had never faced such a group of opponents, who worked as one mind and will and planned so cleverly.
Not long after, the entire Clan was either trapped, dead, or trying to struggle out of a wolf's grip. Nieforan's eyes narrowed and he nodded ever so slightly. As one wind, the entire pack, carrying all of RiverClan, raced away from the camp and headed to their own camp.
Feathershine moaned softly. The darkness had overtaken RiverClan, and she wasn't sure how long the other three Clans would last.
Up in StarClan, all of the fallen cats were also wondering if this was the end to the glorious Clans of the lake. Many of the starry leaders gathered around each other and decided what they could do. "What do you think will happen to our Clans?" Leopardstar asked sharply as none of the cats spoke a word. "We don't know! We tried to warn Feathershine, hoping it was enough, sending the most obvious signs as possible. It wasn't enough, and now we need to tell three others!" Bluestar replied angrily, clawing at the ground. "Calm down, Bluestar. I don't think this will be the end," Firestar replied. Blackstar snorted. "For ShadowClan, maybe. The rest are all mousebrained and can't survive a few wolves!" Quite a large number of RiverClan leaders bristled at this comment. " 'A few wolves'? Blackstar, this is an entire pack with a leader more cunning than Scourge!" Mistystar screeched. Onestar stepped between the furious RiverClan leaders and the annoyed Blackstar. "We can't let the wolves divide us, too. We need to be strong and lend the Clans our strength. Isn't that our purpose, here?" the WindClan leader said gently.
"Divided or not, the wolves are like nothing the Clans have ever faced, and we have seen so much," Riverstar mewed. The other four original leaders nodded with her, even Shadowstar, although slightly stiffly. "Riverstar is right. We need to stand by our descendants and face what's ahead," Skystar said. Thunderstar glanced at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. The five who began the Clans padded away to talk privately. The other leaders looked at their retreating forms and sighed. "Before we decide anything else, I think we should figure out a way to warn the other three," Crookedstar mewed at last. "I agree," Leopardstar replied, nodding. "I think all of RiverClan would second that. ThunderClan? WindClan? ShadowClan?" Mistystar prompted. Firestar closed his eyes. "Nothing I would rather do than keep the Clans safe, Mistystar." Onestar glanced at the other WindClan leaders, who nodded. "We'll lend power, too, then." Mistystar nodded. "And ShadowClan?" The leaders muttered amongst themselves. It was Blackstar, once again, who spoke. "Anything to keep the Clans going." Mistystar warmed towards the black-footed leader as she noted that he had showed concern for all of the Clans and not just his own.
So it was decided that they would send the most obvious signs as possible to the three remaining medicine cats-Dusklight, Moontail, and Dappleleaf. Together all of the StarClan cats gathered, concentrating what power they held into signs that they hoped with all their hearts that all of the medicine cats would understand. "Stars of Silverpelt, power of the moon; strength of the sun, glory of the sky; the flash of thunder, thrusting of the wind; flowing of the river, together we draw power, one from another. We may be of five, but here we are one." As Windstar recited the ancient words that brought the powers of all cats together to form the signs, all felt a darkness approach, stealthier than a fox and more clever yet.
So, what did you think? Please rate, and, as I said, flames and criticism are welcome. If I get the results I really want, then I think I'll do the next chapter, this plot has really lodged itself into my mind. Please, please please review!