Prologue
Welcome to he- the Dark Forest.
Therapy may be needed after this. (The prologue is probably safe.)
Jayfeather hisses in utter annoyance. "This is terrible!"
"What is it?" Bluestar asks.
"Well, you tell me! Have you heard the new prophecy!?" He snarls.
Bluestar groans in annoyance at the prophecy. "Yes! Oh, dear me. The world is in turmoil as twolegs evolve. We are left in the dust, a million problems to solve." Her eyes un-glaze after the prophecy is recited.
Jayfeather stomps his paw on the ground and claws at Starclan's hunting grounds. "We must tell Firestar!" He forced out through clenched teeth.
"Please don't bring him into this!" She begs.
Jayfeather tries to contain his annoyance and sighs. "Alright, I won't. So…" He is clearly trying to stay calm. "I'm hoping you get to restart it?"
Bluestar smiles evilly. "Oh, please, Jayfeather. It's your turn."
Jayfeather sighs in defeat, still annoyed.
He pads over to a swirling black pool. (Water dyed black) Jayfeather licks the water in it after yelling out, "Spirits of the ancient world and the world we're in today, forgive me for what I am about to unleash!"
Every cat one by one loses consciousness, first in the real world and next in the Dark Forest…
And finally in Starclan.
Jayfeather is the last.
Get ready for the most freakishly wacked up fanfiction about Warriors I might ever write.
If you want to preserve your sanity, please stay away.
Adopted from EradrinSkyleaf. Thank you, friend! :)