Prologue (Or whatever you call something that happened later but is the first glimpse of a story.)
Author's note: Hey guys. This is my first fanfic. The details may not be accurate, because I haven't finished the whole series yet. But there isn't much about SkyClan, anyway. This is the true story of why SkyClan left, and horrible secrets about the birth of SkyClan. Sorry to anyone who feels insulted because of it. :)
*This fanfiction is officially disclaimed. *
The gray and white tom followed his leader up the last slope to Mothermouth. The old tom padded forward, his black pelt blending in with the cold shadows. From here, the medicine cat led the way. He felt his way through the lightless tunnel, and into the wide-open caravan.
A silvery shaft of moonlight shone from an opening on the ceiling, and Moonstone glowed with its eerie light. Nightpelt padded over and took his place beside the stone. He touched his nose to the silvery rock, and closed his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Nightpelt jolted awake. He was still in the cave. A black she-cat circled him. Her left eye gleamed a luminescent amber, brighter than the sun. Her right eye was scarred, giving her a lethal look.
Nightpelt raised himself to his feet. "My...my name is Nightpelt." he said." I'm the leader of ShadowClan. And I'm here to receive my nine lives."
The cat gave a dismissive flick of her tail. "I know who you are. And I know you'll never be the leader of ShadowClan."
"Who are you?"
The she-cat hissed at him in irritation. "It's none of your business."
A dark-brown tom materialized from the shadows. "Raggedstar!" Nightpelt gasped. "Who is she?"
Raggedstar ignored him. "Deathblossom!" he exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
She arched her back, fur bristling menacingly. "I can go anywhere I please." Her claws slid out. "Tell this cat he will never be leader!" she spat.
Raggedstar shook his head. "I know you have had your qualms over Nightstar, but-"
Deathblossom cut him off. "That is not what matters. Have you forgotten the prophecy? Have you forgotten the harm Nightstar caused?"
"But the prophecy is over!" Raggedstar protested.
"Have you learned nothing?" Her tail lashed angrily. "Prophecies never end. The life of the world is a cycle. It will only happen again. This cat can never have nine lives. He will never be blessed." She padded off into the darkness. "There will never be another leader named Nightstar!" she spat over her shoulder, and disappeared.
Nightpelt looked around in shook. "What was that all about?" he rasped.
Raggedstar shook off the question. "You must never tell anyone what has happened today."
"I know the leader ceremony is secret, but-"
"No." Raggedstar cut him off. "It's not that. You must never tell anyone what you heard. it is danger to the Clans. Our Clans have been lucky." He sighed. "She is right. The Prophecy has not ended." he shook his head clear. "I'm sorry, Nightpelt," He looked at him apologetically. "She is right. There can never be another Nightstar, blessed by StarClan."
"But what of my Clan? They would think we are cursed."
"We all are." Raggedstar's tail drooped. "We are all cursed."
Nightpelt shook his head in surprise. "But-"
Raggedstar looked at him, fire returning into his eyes. "Go back. Tell your Clan you have been blessed."
"But-"
"I'm sorry, Nightpelt. There can never be another Nightstar."
