Prologue
Stormy Skies
Silver: Hey! Enjoy our second book, ladies and gents. This takes place one generation before the Prophecy of Four books (starting with Book 1: The Wild Side). Here is a link to The Wild Side; please check out "Goldenleaf's Betrayal" too. It is in the same time period as Stormy Skies. Remove spaces.
www. /s /8365676 /1 /Book-1-The-Wild-Side
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Written and edited by Silver-chan
"Tigershadow, I don't know about this. Riverclan will be looking for me."
The red-furred she-cat murmured. "Are you really sure about this?"
A dark brown tabby tom looked up, his amber eyes glowing with hurt. "Foxpelt, you love me, don't you? Because I love you." Foxpelt looked away.
"Tigershadow, I will be the mother of Stormwind's kit… I won't have an excuse to be slipping out of camp anymore."
Tigershadow bristled. "You still love him, don't you?" Foxpelt, her eyes wide with anguish, replied, "I don't know, okay? If you love me, stop asking me that! I have to think of my kit!"
The tabby tom sighed. "Meet me here soon after it is born, okay? For the sake of your kit… it will be the last time." Foxpelt gulped down a sob and nodded. She turned away from the tom she loved and went back to Riverclan.
"Stormwind, I am going for a walk," announced Foxpelt. The dark gray tom with ruffled fur looked up. "Again? Are you sure, love? It's dark out." The red she-cat smiled inwardly at his protectiveness. "Yes. I will be back by morning." Stormwind sighed. "If you're sure."
Foxpelt's trip to the sheltered cave by the border of Windclan and Riverclan was quick.
"Stormwind… I'm pregnant." Foxpelt whispered, her tail dragging in the dust.
"I know," replied the father of her first kit.
"The kit… the kit is not yours."
"I know," Stormwind whispered sadly. He turned and walked away from her.
"I love you," Foxpelt said to her tortoiseshell and white kit, which had mismatched eyes. It only made her cuter.
"And I love you, too," she turned to her dark gray kit, who was looking at her solemnly with dark blue eyes like sapphires.
"I hope you love me," she continued, "because nobody else seems to want the job."
The tiny kits mewled.
Voices haunted the red she-cat's dreams that night.
"You have no idea…" one called it a ghostly whisper.
"The powers they possess." Another voiced finished the sentence.
"But most heroes…" a third voice called.
"Are forever…" the second one intoned.
"Cursed." The first voice concluded. Although quiet, the eerie word reverberated through her mind.
The dream was forgotten by morning.
Had Foxpelt remembered it, their fate might have been changed.