The Glare of Moonlight
By Lizzy16823
Hia guys! Lizzy here with a new story! It's a warrior story btw. It has OCs in it so if you want yours in it, just post a review below! If you do, I will need the following:
Name-
Clan-
Rank-
Age-
Description-
Family-
Strength level- (10 being strongest, 1 being weakest)
Personality-
Likes-
Dislikes-
Can have mate- (yes or no)
Can die- (yes or no)
Other notes-
Hope you enjoy the story! And if you did, review, follow, and favorite!
Now let's start the story!
Prologue
"There... Will be... One... Who will rule... The light and ... Unite the clans against... The... Darkness..."
This was said by the cat who first discovered the ways of the medicine cat. The one who discovered the tunnels, who first learned what berries did what and what not to use. The one who lived before Jayfeather led the cats to the mountain, before two-legs settled by the lake. He said this on his death bed to his successor, who carried the message from generation to generation.
Today the cat from the prophecy was born, but the prophecy was long forgotten. Lightstar, leader of Thunder Clan, would be the leader during this time. Shadow Clan was led by Greystar, Wind was led by Stormstar, and River lead by Owlstar. They would be the leader that would lead their clans behind the master of light against a darkness that will spread against the land.
It was the begging of leaf fall and deep in the forest outside of Thunder Clan, a queen gave birth to two kits. But the weather was cold that night, and only one of the two made it. That morning a tom from the clan of Thunder exchanged the final words he would ever say to his mate as she passed away in his paws. Filled with sadness and rage, he picked up the kit and rushed it to his camp, where he gave it to one one of the queens with milk. Her name was Lilystream, and she had three kits of her own, Blizzardkit, Mousekit, and Flamekit.
"I can take her from you, thornstripe." Lilystream said. Thornstripe had his kit in his jaws. He didn't want to drop the kit, because for all he knew, he would never hold her again. He suddenly had a vision; him, carrying her out of a battle. He loved her so much, but she would never know. The clan must never know.
The kit woke up and stared into her father's eyes unknowingly. Her eyes were turquoise, just like her mother's. She had the same black fur that would change to grey in the winter, the same white underbelly, the same gentle eyes, the same light grey paws, ear tips and tail tip, and the same silky fur. She was just like her mother. On her soft little head, there was a scar, in the shape of a moon. It would be hidden by fur.
Thornstripe set the kitten down. His daughter looked up to him, her whiskers twitching.
"Name her Eaglekit." He said as he turned and left with a pang of grief and sorrow. Named after he mother, Eagle. But she will never know.