I hope you enjoy this fanfic that I have put my heart and soul into, as "I was unsure whether I wanted to share my work, not sure it would be successful, and worried it would just be cast aside as many underestimated stories are. However, that is the way it it, I suppose, and I will have to deal with it, just as characters in a book do, for even though no one else may see it the way I do, in my eyes it is dear to me"
Quote From the Files of PearlaH.Sweden, Author, Reader, and Sushi-Lover
I hope you enjoy this story! (Sorry about the quote, I was in one of my moods, a feeling of great dramatic spurs that occur very rarely in- wait, I;m doing it again)
He he! Anyway, I really love Warriors, and want to share my stories with all you readers out there! I hope this story satisfies you!
Sincerely Yours,
Pearla
"Dark prophecies…
Red rivers…
Starless nights…
The Awakening…
Of the four legends…
Storms of Hatred…
Feathers of Fury…
Rain of Bones…
Dawn of Death…
The Hour of Darkness is drawing near…"
The old cat opened a bloodshot eye and shook his head. Beside him, a brown apprentice and two young kits were dozing off, but stirred at his movement.
"Mudfur…" moaned Shrewpaw wearily."Did you have a vision?" Mudfur nodded, eyes lighting up with a fire that seemed to have burned there forever.
"What lies in store for the Clans?" A new voice asked.
"Bluestar, I have received a warning," muttered Mudfur. "A world of betrayal and death is about to arise, in Thunderclan, and Windclan alone at first. It seems the 4 legends have come…"
"No!" gasped the old blue-gray Thunderclan leader, drawing back. "It can't be true!"
"Yet we do not know the path these 4 will take," warned a gray she-cat. "They may stray from the right path, or they may stick to it and become the greatest warriors this forest has ever known."
"Yes, Yellowfang, but the warning seems clear enough," snapped Mudfur. "They will rip the Clans apart, rise up to be rulers, and-"
"Or, they might unite the Clans once more, and make a sixth one?" a gentle meow said, and a tortoiseshell she-cat lifted her head. "Yellowfang has a fair point. Isn't that right, Mudfur?"
"Spottedleaf, I received a dream that told me they would save the forest once, and only once, many moons ago," rasped the brown tom. "I have yet to be convinced that these cats will not cause more harm than good."
"Only time will tell," spoke Oakheart, and beside him, the elder Heavystep nodded. "Yes. Only time will show us what will happen, and when the 4 legends come to join the ranks of Starclan, we will be ready and waiting for them."
Murmurs of agreement arose from the seated cats, and the light gray she-cat known as Feathertail bowed her head.
"I will walk in the dreams of the leader," she vowed.
Silverstream stepped up. "I shall walk the dreams of the deputy," she murmured.
Spottedleaf's eyes shone with compassion as she murmured, "I will walk in the dreams of the medicine cat."
The last cat came up, Bluestar, and promised, "I will walk in the dreams of the mother."
"It is done," said Yellowfang gravely. "You 4 will each guide these acts as they lead their lives, and be there to teach them the ways of the Clans."