A small golden tom trailed after a light blue-gray she-cat, his sparkling green eyes glinting in the mystic light of the half-moon. Suddenly, the she-cat paused, ears flicking back and forwards, as she detected footsteps. Both cats spun around, hackles up and teeth bared, the white fangs that both bore glittering and gleaming a pure white.
A figure stepped from the darkness, the outline a blinding white and the fur a transparent, yet still beautiful, wispy gray. Stars seemed to litter the cat's pelt, and glowing, sky-blue eyes blinked, the orbs containing no pupils yet still seeming wise and mystic.
Both living cats visibly relaxed when they saw the StarClan cat step out of the bushes. The she-cat boldly stepped forwards, "C-Creekstar? Do you have a message for us?"
Creekstar, the spirit, nodded slowly. "Aquacreek. Tough times await CreekClan."
The golden tom behind her piped up, "What sort of… rough times?"
"Fieldpaw!" Aquacreek hissed, "That is the founder of StreamClan! Show some respect!"
"S-sorry," The tom, Fieldpaw, squeaked. Creekstar huffed in amusement.
"Pay attention to my words, Aquacreek," Creekstar muttered, eyes blazing. "They hold the fate of CreekClan."
Creekstar unhinged her jaw, and suddenly words were pouring out of her mouth.
Flowering, flying
Under a cascade of rain
CreekClan
Will face and defeat the pain
Of those
Who have
Hearts that froze
With one last smile, full of sorrow and pain, Creekstar faded away, her eyes the last thing that remained before she fully disappeared.
Aquacreek and Fieldpaw stood there, frozen, for a few seconds, before Aquacreek opened her mouth, "W-well then." She slowly stated, rising to her paws, "Worrying about this will do nothing. Come on, let's get back to camp."
Well then, so it begins! This is the shortest chapter so far, sort of a prologue if you will. Don't worry, future chapters will be better. This is sort of a side project to my fic that's sorta in development, so y'know.
It's not very good
