Hello everyone, and welcome to my very first Warriors Fanfiction! My name is Frost and I will be delivering you this story that will (hopefully) not bore you to death. I am a rookie at writing, so any HELPFUL criticism is very well appreciated. Please, NO FLAMES. My self-esteem is low enough. So, ONWAAAARDS!
Prologue:
The brown-spotted cat frantically padded to his leader's den. He shoved past the linen barrier and into the den. In the middle, sat his leader, a brown tom, surrounded by his most trusted warriors and his deputy.
"Starclan has sent me a prophecy!" the spotted cat cried. The leader jolted up to the sudden disturbance.
"Calm down," the leader said, "Breathe. Tell us what Starclan has said." The spotted cat's breath slowed and became more natural. The cat brushed himself up and sat.
He took a deep breath. "The scarred fire will bring forth new life and purge the forest of the darkness within. That is what Starclan has said to me." The den was filled with murmurs between warriors
"Fire?", asked the leader, "But fire is feared by all the clans! It only brings destruction and death to those who cross it. Are you sure?"
"I am as confused as you. But it is what Starclan has decided to show me. I could be wrong.", replied the spotted cat. He lowered his head while shaking his head. The den was silent. The leader stepped forward and licked the spotted cat's shoulder.
"You haven't been wrong about Starclan yet. There is no need to have doubt. Well done Mudfur.", said the leader. He raised his head. "Let is be then. Fire will save the clan." The spotted cat raised his head.
"Thank you Crookedstar."
However, another cat lurked in the shadows behind the leader's den. Unbeknownst to the cats within, the tom had heard everything. He smiled and bounded out of the camp without a sound. He moved quickly and silently, not wanting to disturb the enemy warriors who would sound the alarm.
He managed to make it to the river. He used the stepping stones and crossed into his own territory. He padded through the thicker vegetation that were in his territory. When he finally arrived at his own camp, he walked straight into his leader's den.
His leader sat straight and tall. His spikey, black and white fur stood up in the air. "Tigerclaw," he growled. "Well, what is it?"
Tigerclaw smiled and sat down on the moss laden floor. "Mudfur had a prophecy."
"Pah! That old coot? He probably had too many poppy seeds," said Tigerclaw's leader. "He should be on his way to the elder's den I'd say."
"True, but Mudfur hasn't been wrong for many seasons. But, I think you'd want to know about this prophecy," said Tigerclaw.
"Well the, spit it out!" said the leader impatiently.
"The scarred fire will bring new life and purge the forest of the darkness within," recited Tigerclaw.
"Fire? But fire destroys! How can it bring new life? That old cat definitely had too many poppy seeds," scoffed the leader.
"That's what Crookedstar said," said Tigerclaw.
"Hmm…", wondered the leader. "Well, this is certainly interesting. Well done Tigerclaw."
Tigerclaw dipped his head. "Thank you Thistlestar."
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Thanks! -Frost
