This is my first FanFiction story. I apologize for my horrid grammar and spelling.
Prologue: Birth
Two silver figures were sitting next to each other. One was a silver cat with a white ear. The other one was a silver tabby. The were meowing quietly to each other.
"You think that she's the one?"
"Yes, she is the one in the prophecy."
"It is time to give them the prophecy."
"Frostcane! What are you doing here?"
"Forget that I'm here! The dark forest cats are here!"
A dark cat was looking at Silverpelt. Drops of rain fell on her face. She licked her fur, and tasted blood. Her face was expressionless as she padded back to her den.
She poked her head into the apprentice den. Everyone was sleeping. No one noticed her arrival. She curled up in her nest, and fell asleep. Some secrets would have to stay secrets she decided.
Rainpaw felt a paw jab at her side. "Go away!"she mewed. "Feathertrail is giving birth to her kits, and it's not going well!" Streamsong mewed urgently. Rainpaw was immediately awake.
"The first kit is coming! Keep pushing!" Streamsong mewed. Blood was flowing out with the kit. Streamsong handed the kit over to Rainpaw, who immediately started licking its fur the wrong way. The second kit came out. Windfrost, who is a queen, leaned over and dragged both kits to her belly, and licked their fur. A third kit came out. "These are your kits, Feathertrail," Streamsong meowed.
"Name this one Sootkit, and this one Whisperkit, and…" Feathertrail stopped speaking.
"Noooooooooo!" Volefoot yowled. He looked down at the unnamed kit. "You shall be named Bushkit, for the Bush that I stumbled into your mother. "Why, starclan?" Why did you take her?" Volefoot yowled. He crumbled to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
All night, he sat by his mate. At dawn, her body was carried away into the forest, and buried under the bush.
Sorry for the dumb ending. Like I said, I am still new at this. I will probably add a chapter every 1 week.