Though the first chapter—and the rest of the story—will be in first person POV this chapter is in third POV because none of the main characters are in it.

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Amber342: Thank you for pointing out mistakes, I really appreciate that you do because when I really get caught up in writing sometimes I skip over the mistakes. Your kind comments inspired this chapter! I changed Redfeather's eye description from being cold yellow eyes to hard yellow eyes? Do you think that fits better?


Disclaimer: I do not own the WARRIORS series, Erin Hunter does. However, all characters and the plot are mine.


"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided."

-J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire


Chapter 2: The Prophecy of Stars

"This isn't the way we planned things to go," a silver she-cat protested.

A black tom shook his head. "There's nothing we can do, Silverpelt; I understand you feel personally responsible but we never anticipated Leopardkit to have such a strong will," he assured.

Silverpelt looked unconvinced, "I am the keeper of StarClan—as you can tell from my namesake, I should have convinced her to come; it's my duty. I brought the Clans together long ago when all the cats were just a bunch of rogues fighting for their lives, should I be the one to destroy my own creation?" she asked quietly, starting at her paws.

A small tortoiseshell tom who had been watching this exchange finally spoke up, "Silverpelt, Darkpool, the Clans' fate—our fate—has now taken its own path and I'm afraid that we are powerless to help." He closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

Darkpool unsheathed his claws and raked the sharp edges into the ground, shredding the thin blades of grass in his anger. "So basically you're telling us all we can do is sit back and watch our world be destroyed, is that right, Mottledfrost?" he snarled.

The two toms rounded on each other and Silverpelt stepped in between them, "Fighting will not solve our problems, there is only one cat I can think of that can help us," she snapped and narrowed her eyes in frustration at the two warriors that were now acting like unruly kits.

Mottledfrost nodded in agreement, "You're right, we need help from someone—Eveningsong."

"Do you think she'll hear us?" Silverpelt wondered.

"She's got to," Darkpool meowed with desperation in his voice.

The three formed a triangle and Silverpelt clawed the grass impatiently while asking aloud for help from Eveningsong. In the middle of their triangle a faint light appeared and began to grow, becoming brighter and larger before forming a cat's silhoutte. A pure white she-cat stepped out, her pelt absorbing the previous glow. "What do you seek?" she asked quietly, staring at the group with pale, blind blue eyes.

Darkpool explained, "The Dark Forest is destined to rise once more and I'm afraid that in a way it's StarClan's fault. We need a savior for the Clans—we need help," he admitted.

Eveningsong frowned. "Then that is StarClan's fault and you should suffer because of your own mistakes. Learn from them," she advised.

"But not only could StarClan suffer, but innocent cats as well. The Clans could and most likely will be wiped out or made slaves, you are the Clans' only hope," Silverpelt begged.

The white she-cat looked at Silverpelt with an emotionless expression, "Mother to the Clans, I understand your distress, be calm because I am not the one to save the Clans. Instead there will be four: but the first will be timid, the second will hold a grudge that will be hard to let go of, the third will be a free spirit that will not easily be controlled, and the fourth will have two hard decisions to make. Only together can they restore the light to the Clans."

Eveningsong's eyes flashed and the air around the three StarClan cats became still. The breeze that had previously been blowing stopped and the clouds froze in their position in the sky. Mottledfrost looked at the long blade of grass next to his paw, the dew had frozen in midair, suspended in time.

"What happened?" Silverpelt gasped and looked around.

Darkpool's uncertain voice was the first to reply, "We're suspended in time. We are in neither the past, present, nor future . . . so where are we?" he wondered.

Eveningsong chuckled quietly, "We are in a rift of time, a hole in space."

"But why?" Mottledfrost asked.

The blind cat's eyes were distant when she replied, "I'm searching for something in the future so I know what will happen. I need to see if I really should help you, if I deem there be reason then there is hope." She then mumbled a quiet, "there it is . . . I see it."

Darkpool looked confused, "I thought you were blind . . .?"

Eveningsong closed her eyes in a deep concentration, "My blind eyes allow me to see the past, present, and future. All I see is timelines of endless events, I don't get the chance to experience the colors that any other cat sees."

And as if someone had merely flipped a light switch time begun again: dewdrops fell from the grass, the clouds spun and twisted in their eternal dance, and the wind buffeted against the faces of the StarClan cats.

Eveningsong spoke quietly:

"Four stars, power combined,

Will face death on the battle line;

Blood against blood, friend against foe,

No hope is found where they go.

To the realm of evil they will travel,

And restore the light through darkness unraveled."

A red mist wrapped around Eveningsong until she was swallowed completely and disappeared. The three StarClanners watched in amazement until Mottledfrost finally spoke, "So good had risen once more to battle against the evil."

Silverpelt let out a shaky breath. "But where there is hope a small speck of darkness will always been there to diminish it," she said fearfully. The silver she-cat flicked her tail and in front of her which formed a mist, showing the happenings of the Clans. "I don't want this to be destroyed," she whispered, "I want the Clans to prosper in peace."

Darkpool lashed his tail, "Silverpelt, good always overcomes evil. Like the sun when it rises to chase away the darkness." He brushed his pelt against the fretting warrior.

Mottledfrost nodded, "Besides, the only way to destroy the Clans—and StarClan—is if someone takes a Clan's life source."

The three watched the mist image of the Clans as the sun slowly rose over the Highstones. But just when the light reached over the stones, it froze, retreated behind the cliffs, and disappeared. Silverpelt gasped and dark laughter filled the air, "Soon little StarClan warriors your destruction will come," the voice said.


Next chapter will be the first chapter. Please feel free to review and let me know how you like this story so far! I'll elaborate later on the Clans' "life sources".

~Stormyyy