A Quick Note: I am writing this story as I upload it. There is a good chance I will change/edit the allegiances as I go on, especially if I add more notable cats to Riverclan and Windclan. This story focuses mostly on Thunderclan and Shadowclan, so the cats listed there will most likely not change much.
Her breath filtered up into dark air as she pushed through the brambles and into the needles surrounding the entrance. Even the general soft mud had frozen over with the dew placed onto the ground that icy evening. The moon's glow filtered through some of the thick needles above, an uncommon sight on this half of the thunder path.
So she followed it. Passing the returning cats from a nightly hunt, all of which did not address her movement away from the shadowed camp. She had some freedom to move as she pleased, as long as she continued to keep the right cats alive.
Sliding between the trunks of the pines, her eyes flickered around, as if curious to where she was traveling. This forest was not novel to her, not at her age, but she suddenly felt as though she had gotten lost in between the branches. Unconsciously, her body lowered to the ground and her fur stood on its end. At moments, the she-cat would even taste the air, but nothing stood out. Not even the smell of much needed new growth.
The cloudless night continued, as the smell of familiar cats began to drift far behind her, and not even the thrashing of the branches could distract her from the growing moonlit path before her.
Silverfoot…
A sudden pause, Silverfoot instantly froze in place with a paw still off the ground. Despite her twitching whiskers and her ears straining to hear the slightest sound, only once was her name said. It seemed longing, as if the moon itself had asked her to move closer and closer. A familiar feeling touched her glowering fur in the moonlight for a brief moment but disappeared. She pushed on.
The trail ended, just as it had begun. Silverfoot came to a stop at the end of the moonlight beneath the trees and stared up. For a brief moment, she saw the round pale eye of the night sky glare down at her, unblinking and unwavering. The she-cat felt the deep anxiety of not fulfilling her true duty on this night, as she had for moons and moons, but at this very moment, the apprehension nearly threw her into the ground.
Her coat appeared brilliant in the natural lighting. She blinked only once, and the moon disappeared.
Suddenly, she felt the pines around her push back as if exposing her to the sky. The frozen mud under her paws melted into a burning sensation, and electricity filled the air around her, pushing her to pelt out at the edges. Silverfoot cried out.
Her voice was gone.
Her gaze became fixed on the flash lightning that exploded before her. A fire erupted from the pine, and despite the wind that pushed against her, she did not fall backward. She was unable to move.
Silverfoot! Your kin has attempted to destroy us!
The voices rang out around her and within her. She felt their anguish deep within her frozen paws. The lightning had revealed a dark cat, and suddenly Silverfoot's heart ached at the sight of seeing her, after so many moons. She walked forward and despite being shrouded in darkness, with only two glowing bright gold eyes staring down from above, Silverfoot recognized her anyway.
Her voice rang out loudest as she stood over Silverfoot. Keep her kits alive, for the sun or the earth will bring peace back to the clans!
Silverfoot gasped with a sudden breath as she collapsed onto the frozen forest floor. The ghostly presence was gone, leaving behind no trace. Her body shook with fear as she glanced up once more, only to realize the moon was now fully covered with clouds.
