Hello! I am Prankstorm, and I have decided to post a story. This has been nagging me for weeks, so I've decided to make and post it (along with another story that cometh soon). So, here you go!
Bluestar was walking in StarClan's hunting grounds with Yellowfang. They were talking about the Clans. Their conversation was getting heated. Apparently they were very worried about something.
"The Clans are in danger again," Yellowfang insisted. Bluestar glared at her. "What is the danger, then, since you're so sure," she hissed back. The other cat growled, "I'm not certain what it is, but I can feel it." Bluestar's eye twitched. "Can't you try and find out already?" she meowed exasperatedly.
"Find out what?" a third voice asked. Firestar leaped down from a random tree he was sitting in. "The Clans are in anger again," Bluestar explained. Firestar stared at the two she-cats. "The Dark Forest battle is over. What could possibly threaten the Clans now?"
As soon as he'd finished the question, a small black and white kit waddled over to them. "Hi!" the kit squeaked, female by the sound of it. The older cats stared at the kit. "Are you…dead?" Firestar asked stupidly. The little she-cat giggled and mewed, "Of course not! I was just on my way to the lake." "Really," Yellowfang muttered. "Why?" Bluestar asked. The kit looked startled. "Um…I was going to-"
"Why are you in StarClan!?" Firestar yowled. All three she-cats looked at him strangely. "Firestar…" Bluestar began. "How are you in StarClan if you're alive!?" Firestar screeched. The kit made a face at him. "I'd best be on my way…" she meowed slowly, and ran off, leaving Firestar to be confused about why she was in StarClan. Yellowfang shrugged. "Now, where were we…"
All three cats padded off, not knowing that the great danger had just showed its face to them.