Hi guys! i'm kat, and this is a new story i've had in my head a while. this is just the prologue, and if i get enough positive feedback i'll be continuing the chapters!
if you haven't read my other story, Brewing Storm On The Horizon, you should check it out. And if you have read it, i'm not stopping it but i'm taking a break because i've been disappointed with the lack of feedback.
i do not own Warriors, the idea of clans, or any of the Starclan cats in this chapter. I do, however, own the four cats in the pool
The starry cats gathered around the circular water pool.
A lithe blue-grey she-cat steps to the front.
"The time has come. We have been waiting for so long. But now it is time to resurrect the clans. Has each clan chosen who to speak for you?"
There is a general murmur of 'yes' from the cats.
A large white tom with black paws steps forward. "Shadowclan chose me." He states, his head high.
"Thunderclan chose Firestar." A bright ginger she-cat says loudly. A brown tabby gives her a soft glare.
"Riverclan chose me." A blue-grey she-cat says softly.
"I will speak for Windclan." A brown tabby Tom states.
"Okay. Each chosen leader will come to the pool and will say who their clan has decided shall be their new clan's leader. Then you will speak to the cat, and explain to them their destiny. You are only allowed to answer their questions and see them when they call you. Understand?"
The four chosen leaders nod.
"Okay, who first?"
The white tom steps forward, glances back at his clan, and laps at the circular pool.
The face of a dark brown tom appears in the water. His ears both are nicked. His dark Amber eyes were narrowed. His eyes look calm, wise. But they looked old and tired, too.
"He'll be a good leader. Looking after his siblings has made him wise beyond his age." A fluffy ginger tom with emerald eyes says deeply, nodding.
The white tom gave the ginger one a slight smile, and exits the pool, making room for the ginger one to lap at it.
A handsome, slightly fluffy tortoiseshell tom's face appears, replacing the other's. His bright yellow-gold eyes are young and wild. They have a touch of nervous skittishness.
"Really? Him?" A leopard spotted she-cat questions with a sneer.
"Leopardstar, he is who they have chosen, respect them please." The younger blue-grey she-cat says. The spotted one lowers her head.
The ginger tom moves away and the brown tabby tom replaces him, and does the same as the other two.
A narrow, triangular headed she-cat appears. Sandy-grey thrush-coloured thin fur, narrowed emerald green eyes.
A gasp comes from a white and grey tabby.
"But she's in the rogue group! She can't be your leader!" She squeaks.
"So what? Not everyone who has been rogue can't be a good leader!" The white tom hisses.
The older blue-grey she-cat touches his back with her tail. "She wasn't saying that. They've chosen, Ivypool." She addressed the white and grey tabby.
The younger blue-grey she-cat, the older's daughter, steps forward, replacing the brown tabby. Upon doing the same as the others, a small, pale blue-grey, fluffy she-cat appears. Her eyes, huge and icy blue.
"She's... young." A black and white skinny tom comments.
"I know, Tallstar." The daughter says icily.
"She's expecting kits! She can't lead a clan!" The large white tom says, hissing slightly.
"Too nervous!"
There are a lot of similar comments, but the young blue-grey she-cat hisses.
"She's my kin! She'll be a great leader! I've chosen!" She lashes her tail, meeting the eyes of the loudest insulters. All of them quiet down.
"Okay," the younger cat's mother says, trying to diffuse the tension, "so leaders, you know what to do now?"
All four nod, and the cats disperse.
The two blue-grey she-cats, mother and daughter, sit together for a minute.
"Bluestar, I didn't make a mistake, did I?" The younger asks her mother nervously.
"I'm not sure. I hope you haven't." Her mother's says gently.
"But what if they're right? What if she can't do it? What if Riverclan reborn fails?" The daughter asks, a wail rising in her throat.
"Have a little faith in our kin. If Riverclan fails under her, you will simply have to choose a new cat. I'm sorry to jot be if more help. Goodbye, Mistystar." The mother touches her daughter's head with her nose, and pads off.
The daughter sighs, and looks at the little tabby's head in the pool.
Please review your thoughts on how this is so far!
~kat
