Hello, everyone! Kitten Trails here, with my remake of my Warriors fanfic, "Down"! By reading the description, you can see the plot is...still the same idea, Crowfeather joins ThunderClan. But I have a perfect twist MUCH more fitting and will be super fun to write. I really hope you enjoy the story! Reviews are welcome!
The waves lapped at the edge of the shore of the lake. Beams of moonlight poured through the trees like rivers, all was peaceful. The occasional cool breeze brushed through the leaves, making them hover down to the forest floor. On the lake's surface, a starry reflection stared into the water. "Is there truly nothing that can be done?" The blue-gray she-cat meowed, staring into her reflection aimlessly. A voice sounded beside her.
"I tried to tell her...I tried so hard...I really thought her heart was in ThunderClan. I should have known, I should have told her to stop!" A tortoiseshell with amber eyes wailed, sinking her claws into the sand below. The blue-gray she-cat brushed her tail over her company's flank.
"It isn't your fault, Spottedleaf." She mewed, "StarClan just thought they were the ones. We were wrong, the three will come."
Spottedleaf jolted away. "Not if she dies! We must prevent it from happening, or nothing will save us!" She yowled, then exhaled, calming herself down. "I'm sorry I snapped."
The blue-gray she-cat closed her eyes. "It's quite alright." She soothed as her gaze turned back to the body of water. The moonlight bathed over its' surface, sparkling in the waves. There was silence from there. Spottedleaf drew in a sigh and looked at the former ThunderClan leader, her amber eyes shining wistfully.
"I never would have thought." She mewed. "The last time we sat in such silence was that night..." She looked up at Silverpelt, the stars twinkling in her eyes and in her fur. "Yet I'm still as confused as I was all those seasons ago." The blue-gray she-cat rested her deep blue gaze, as deep as the lake, on Spottedleaf.
"Me too," she sighed, "Me too."
More silence followed. Thoughts clouded the leader's mind. What if Spottedleaf is right, what if there is nothing that can be done? Shivers rippled down her spine. Don't think so pessimistically. This story has a good end. I know it does.
She stared at the lake's surface, and looked back into Silverpelt. "We should be heading back now—"
Spottedleaf let out a loud yowl. Her amber eyes widened and she stumbled back, away from the lake. The blue-gray she-cat looked at her in worry. "Spottedleaf? Are you okay?" She asked, standing up. Spottedleaf let out loud cries as she stared at the water's surface in terror.
"What is that?" She cried, shaking violently.
"What is what?" The leader pressed, looking at the still surface of the lake.
"Do you not s—see it?" The tortoiseshell stammered, crouching down. Her eyes were glued to the center of the water, and her gaze darted from left to right frequently. The blue-gray she-cat shook her head. She paused, and looked down. "It was a vision." The leader's attention skyrocketed.
"What did you see, Spottedleaf?" she worried. Spottedleaf stood frozen for several moments, then stared the leader directly in the eye.
"The death of another will strike fear in the hearts of the Clans, but the fire will burn their eyes, and turn them blind."