A/N: I, unfortunately, do not own Warriors, any of the Clans, or any of the places. I wish I did, but I do not. Please enjoy, and reveiw!
Dusk and Dawn Prologue:
Dewwhisker jumped to her paws, glancing aroound her den like there were 5 foxes about to attack her. Her emerald green eyes scanned the den again, and this time some of the land outside of the den. She slowly laid back down, looking through the hole in the nest of brambles to see her warrior ancestors sparkling above her. Heaving herself to her paws, Dewwhisker padded out of her den, her dark gray tabby pelt blending with the dark clearing she was traveling through, all except the patches of white on her chest, chin, paws, and tail-tip.
Dewwhisker stopped in the middle of the clearing, debating where to go. This news would be huge to Hazelstar, but the queens were the ones who would need to look out if she was understanding the prophecy correctly. She decided to tell Hazelstar first, and then warn the queens. She placed one paw in front of the other, making no sound as the moon sank below the horizon and a cool breeze blew past. Leaf-bare would be there soon, and that was the worst time for medicine cats, but right now Dewwhisker had other things to worry about.
"Hazelstar?" Dewwhisked whispered, breaking the silence of the forest. She heard some rustling inside the hollow, now feeling worse because she had woken Hazelstar up. But this news was too big to wait until morning.
"Come in Dewwhisker." Hazelstar replied. Dewwhisker poked her head around the corner of the cave at the top of the ledge. Hazelstar was sitting up, but looking past her to the stars as the moon lingered on the horizon. His light brown tabby pelt was barely visible in the shadows of the cave, but his amber eyes were glowing as Dewwhisker came and sat a few tail-lengths in front of him. She curled her tail over her paws, and glanced over her shoulder at the stars one last time, hearing the prophecy again as the warriors of StarClan made sure she knew it correctly.
"What's wrong?" Hazelstar asked, noticing that Dewwhisker was hesirating. Dewwhisker turned her gaze back to him, tilting her head slightly.
"A new prophecy." she muttered, looking down at her paws.
"Seven will come of two,
six will go to four.
One will soar above,
and oversee her kin.
Once the seven meet again,
the forest will be destroyed."
Dewwhisker finished telling the prophecy, and glanced up at Hazelstar. Her eyes were glowing with fear. She understood some of the prophecy, but the rest was unclear to her.
"Seven will come of two," Hazelstar asked, resounding Dewwhisker's confusion. "Six will go to four." He turned and looked at Dewwhisker, who nodded slightly.
"Seven kits will be born by the same parents, and six will reside in the Clans, at least one in each Clan." Dewwhisker said. "But the seventh will walk with StarClan, watching over her siblings." Dewwhisker shifted her weight from paw to paw, hoping that this was making sense to Hazelstar. She got to her paws, telling what she'd needed to say, and turned to leave. No one tried to stop her, and she padded back to her den. She laid back down and tried to sleep, but however hard she tried, she could not.
It was just troubling to know that at least one of the kits that would end up growing and destroying the Clan would be raised in ThunderClan. As the apprentice of one of her friends. Hunting along-side warriors she seen go through training. The thought was just too weird. And the worst part, none of them would know it. Well, the exception of the prophecised cat.
The dusky ginger tom padded through the forest, his shoulders hunched as he glanced around the territory around him. He knew he belonged in this territory, he had nothing to hide. It was, after all, the Clan he was born into. It's just that lately, both Dewwhisker and Hazelstar had been acting odd. Like some form of doom was approaching. He parted his jaws slightly, letting the early morning air drift to his scent glands.
His head shot up, and he looked around with leaf green eyes. He had just smelled loner. And it had been close. But why couldn't he see them? Yes, plural them. He had smelled more than one scent, though they were very close to each other that it might have been mistaken as one scent. The tom padded over to where the scent seemed to be strongest. A chill wind blew past, ruffling his fur as he crept closer to the gnarled roots of a maple tree. Parting the tall grass at the base of the tree, he peered through the roots.
Dewwhisker sat outside of her den, looking around the clearing. A burst of news had been spread around camp when Bloodstone had come back to camp with two kits. Dewwhisker had yet to find out how they were found, but all she knew was that Bloodstone had come back to camp with two kits dangling from his jaws, mewling like crazy. She had only caught a glimps of the two kits before they were taken into Hazelstar's den, later followed by Fawnpelt, the ThunderClan deputy. All that Dewwhisker had seen odd about the kits was that they had strange markings.
One, the smaller one, had a white pelt with blood red flecks over her body. Dewwhisker had almost ordered Bloodstone to hand the kit over so she could check though wounds, until she realized that they were only markings on the fur. That's how realistic the markings looked, like blood was seeping from wounds on the young kit.
The larger kit, who Bloodstone had actually had to pass on to Hazelstar when he reached the middle of the clearing, was almost twice as big as the other kit. From what Dewwhisker had seen, that kit had a pitch black pelt and blood red bands around his paws. Again, Dewwhisker thought they were actually blood, and almost demanded to see the kit.
A tap on her shoulder brough Dewwhisker out of her daze. She turned to see Bloodstone sitting beside her, his dusky ginger pelt gleaming in the sun.
"Hazelstar wants to see you." he said. He gave her a lick on the shoulder before leaving, and Dewwhisker ignored it. She got to her paws and trotted into the cave ontop of the ledge.
"Dewwhisker, I believe we could use a medicine cat to exam these kits." Hazelstar said, nodding to the kits by his paws. Dewwhisker padded over on silent paws, engufing herself in shadows as she placed each paw in front of the other. She sat in front of the kits, and they both looked limp. She gently prodded the white one, who slowly opened her eyes to look up at Dewwhisker. She had bright blue eyes, clear as water and curious as 20 kits. Dewwhisker examined the kit, giving her a rough lick between her ears when she was done.
Turning to the other kit, Dewwhisker prodded him just like his sister. He turned his eyes up to her, since his gaze had been watching his sister. He had bright emerald green eyes, not unlike her own. She checked him over, and nodded her approval to Hazelstar.
"Good." he mewed. "They'll both be made apprentices as soon as they're old enough."
Dewwhisker nodded. "They need names." she said quietly. She didn't know whether Hazelstar would let her name one of the kits, but they still needed names. Hazelstar nodded, looking at the kits.
"Um, if I can make a suggestion?" Fawnpelt spoke up. She had stepped forward and her cream and ginger tortoiseshell fur was glowing in the shadows of the cave. "I believe the black one should be Umberkit." Dewwhisker looked at Fawnpelt and the black kit.
"Umberkit would be perfect." she mewed. "I believe the white kit should be Rosekit." Hazelstar seemed to agree, and picked Rosekit up by the scruff of her neck.
Dewwhisker watched as Fawnpelt did the same, and followed the two of them. Hazelstar walked into the nursery, placing Rosekit between his paws. He explained the situation to the queens, and found a volunteer to nurse the kits until they were old enough not to need it. Dewwhisker turned to leave, and bounded back to her den. Hazelstar would have to keep an eye on Umberkit and Rosekit. So would she.
A/N: And the prophecy has begun! And to let you know, there are 7 kits, Rosekit and Umberkit of ThunderClan, Lightningkit of ShadowClan, Blisskit and Icekit of RiverClan, and Blazekit of WindClan. You'll meet them all soon enough.