*wheeze* AHHH

I can't believe I wrote this in one short sitting instead of working on Falling Feathers chapter 7 I'm an idiot

wellwellwell here's a new story to add to my 'stuff I want to do even though I have something much better to do' list! :D

Prologue

"This is silly."

A blueish-grey tom with a white muzzle, belly, and paws glared at a pool of water, which shimmered and twinkled in every movement and bathed the tom in starlight. However much rain poured into the hole in the ceiling, the pool still shone.

"A bunch of sparkly dead cats will talk to me while I dream?" He stifled a snort. "How ridiculous."

Another cat, a golden tabby, met the tom's hazel gaze with a hard green one. "If you expect to be a medicine cat, Waterpaw, you'll need to be able to talk with StarClan."

"StarClan is just a myth to scare cats into following the code without too much trouble." Waterpaw sniffed.

The golden tabby stepped forward, silver light from the pool turning her fur pale, and pressed her muzzle close to the young apprentice, mouth drawn back in a snarl.

"I get you wanted to be a warrior, Waterpaw," The tabby whispered. "But you should understand that you didn't have the strength to be one. You are lazy, you are rude, and you are demanding. Either you start putting in effort, or you end up as a burden."

Waterpaw barely flinched, but his hazel eyes hardened. "You just don't understand! My mother-"

"Your mother; your mother was a foolish cat." The golden tabby hissed, cutting Waterpaw off. "She left RiverClan for the sake of that idiotic lovesick WindClan tom, and had the nerve to leave you behind as a sign of rebellion."

"I hate you, Streakshine." Waterpaw growled, lashing his white tail.

"I would say the same, but I know there's still some compassion and diligence deep down that had come from your mother's sister." Streakshine replied, now sorrow in her tone. "Maybe your mother should have sacrificed herself instead of Mintfrost."

Waterpaw stiffened, a hint of emotion in his eyes. "Mintfrost wouldn't want that."

"She didn't want you to turn into who you are now." Streakshine replied sadly. "And, maybe, if you had believed, you would have been able to see her again."

...

A grey figure lay in the corner of a run-down twoleg house, the cat's fur patchy and unkempt. Dust scratched at her throat and it threatened to make her eyes spill over with tears, but that wasn't the worst discomfort she had dealt with.

She stared at her two tiny kits at her belly, their fur as damp and thin as her's. Blinking away the stinging behind her minty-green eyes, she turned to look up at the rain that splashed against her fur as hard as rock.

A flash of light lit up the corner for the second, and the she-cat jumped, disturbing her kits.

"Hush." She murmured, curling around them as one of the kits started to make a noisy racket that may even outdo the thunder roaring around her.

The kit soon stilled and quieted, and the she-cat sighed tiredly.

The grey she-cat twitched her ears as she heard a padding sound, barely outdoing the rain and thunder. It started to get louder and louder, the longer it went off.

Her heart beat faster. More louder sounds.

Those sounds are pawsteps, she soon realised. Pawsteps that can only be of a cat's.

Widening her eyes, she quickly got up and picked up her two tiny kits, who struggled against her grip, listening for the pawsteps.

They're closer now. The she-cat felt shivers go up her spine. They can't take them now. Not yet!

She bunched her tough muscles and ran as far as she could. There were howls behind her, of annoyance and anger. They were directed at her.

She kept running. Running faster than she ever had before, making her lungs sting.

You will not take my kits! She screeched in her mind. She skidded to a stop, the grass wet below her cracked pads, at a Thunderpath. A dark blue monster roared past.

Panic spread through her. How will she get across?

In a desperate attempt to get away from her pursuers and keep her kits safe, she dashed across the acrid-scented black path, puddles being broken by the she-cat's steps and the rain that poured down.

Seeing she was nearly over the Thunderpath, she made a last resort.

Aiming her kits at a nearby holly bush, she braced herself and flung her kits over to the bush.

Hearing their squeals of pain as she sprinted after them, light caught the corner of her eye.

Turning around, she came face-to-face with a scarlet-red monster.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she was slammed into by the monster.

Searing pain crackled through her like the lightning that flashed around her. She lay on the hard ground for a little bit, her life pooling out, unable to move, and unable to speak.

Taking one last frantic glance at her two kits, she let out her last shallow breath, and went limp.

Wow! A cat dead in the (not even) first chapter! I wonder who those two kits are? Hm?

River's Shadow and Falling Feathers are still my main priorities. But I may update this now and then :) maybe to make it easier I may just update when I get a certain amount of reviews. Ehh.

Qotc-that-you-totally-want-to-answer: Do you think Waterpaw and/or Streakshine are relevent to the plot? And who may this 'Mintfrost' be?

Stay tuned for the next chapter! :D