Hey, it's xx-Starfall-xx on my third account. Yes, I have three accounts. Deal with it. I've always wanted to make my own cats of the Clans and to see an original Warriors story with cats not in ThunderClan, so I made up my own cats! They have normal names without using thunder, river, wind, shadow, star, or moon in any of the first parts of the names. There are no stupid names like Fireshadow or Blacklight. Just normal ones. Plus, none of my cats are Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus. The main cat is not super beautiful with sparkling eyes and a shiny, glossy pelt, nor hated and rejected by the Clan. She's just normal too. But of course she's part of a huge prophecy. So here is the prologue.
Thunder echoed off the large trees and shook the forest. Sharp rain splattered onto the ground and lightning split across the dark sky. The fire was slowly being pounded into ashes as rainwater washed it into embers. Smoky mist hung heavily in the air. And in the midst of it all, a silver tabby she-cat huddled beneath the underbrush with three tiny, mewling kits nestled against her belly. Her dark blue eyes gleamed with worry and fear.
Great StarClan, where is he? The queen wondered in alarm and urge. She licked her newborn kits, trying to keep them warm, and wrapped her tail over them.
Finally, a dark gray tom slipped under the underbrush. "Silverstripe, how are the kits?"
"Stormfeather! I thought you were lost!" Silverstripe sighed, licking her mate on the ear tenderly. "They are fine, but in these conditions, I'm not sure they can survive much longer. They are cold and wet."
"We must name them."
"What?" Silverstripe appeared shocked at her mate's request. "How can you think about naming them at a time like this, when they have a chance of dying?"
"If one of us dies, we will have something to remember the love we shared-a name! A thing to remember each other by."
Silverstripe sighed and nodded, realizing that Stormfeather was right. The rain had slowed to a fine drizzle, but thunder still shook the trees. "I'll name two and you name one." She gently nosed the gray tabby she-cat with a white belly and meowed, "She will be known as Mistkit, in honor of the smoky mist that hangs around us and makes the forest seem calmer."
Stormfeather nudged the silver tabby she-cat with white paws and belly. "She will be known as Echokit, in honor of the thunder that echoes off the trees."
"He will be known as Ashkit," Silverstripe finished, gesturing to the dark gray tabby tom, "in honor of the ashes that now lay on the ground where the fire once was."
Suddenly, everything stopped. The rain and thunder stopped, the wind rattling the trees stopped, and everything grew bright. Two figures were floating down from the sky, silhouetted in a yellow light. As they neared the ground, Silverstripe could just make out a golden spotted tabby she-cat and a slender pale gray she-cat strolling towards them, their pawsteps light and swift.
"Greetings, Stormfeather and Silverstripe," the golden tabby meowed. "I am Leopardstar, former leader of RiverClan. This is Willowshine, former medicine cat of RiverClan. We have come with a message for you. A message about your kits."
Silverstripe glanced down at the three tiny, innocent bundles that lay helplessly at the curve of her belly. What message could there possibly be about these scraps of fur?
"Three young cats from each of the four will unite and risk their lives battling against the thunder and rain," Willowshine prophesized. Stormfeather's eyes widened in horror and confusion.
Silverstripe was too much in shock to respond. She watched, in awe, as the two old RiverClan cats padded away into the sky.
Nothing was ever the same for the Clans again.
Ooh, eerie ending there. I hope the prophecy isn't too lame. –Reads it over again- Okay, yeah, it is. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I tried!
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