Hey folks, Bramblefang here. I decided that this story is in desperate need of a rewrite, or just a thorough look at it. I am keeping almost all of the original author's notes, except the stuff that I think really has to go {like the disclaimer, ;)}.
Yay! My prologue! I have a friend called RoseblossomWarrior! She is new (like signed up yesterday new!) so she doesn't have any stories, yet. I also advise you NOT to mention that some think that Warriors is going down hill. As she said, she is a warrior freak and is very strong in her opinion. I'd like to thank Wildstar272819 for reviewing my story, My Life Begins: Sneak Peek.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. I am just doing this for fun and not for money.
The wind whispered through the moonlit forest. High above the treetops, the stars blazed in the night sky brighter than anywhere else. Shimmering forms slipped through the trees to a clearing ringed with stone, spiraling down into a small, moonlit pool. Tension was apparent in this gathering, for there had been a foreboding feeling had hung thorough the forest before this gathering. A fiery cat stepped out of their ranks. He gazed at the assembly of the starry forms and addressed his fellow clan members, "StarClan! For many moons the territories of the clans have been at peace." There were snorts heard around the clearing. The fiery cat looked a little annoyed. He corrected, "Well, a peaceful as they can be. Anyway, I have foreseen a great danger coming to the clans. An old enemy with a new threat is coming. These five chosen ones will finally relieve the clan of this burden they have carried for so long. A kit who should never have survived, a warrior who has killed many without repent. See and approve, StarClan!" The tom swept his tail over the pool and the surface shimmered. A group of five cats appeared on the surface, looking strong and brave. The whole group seemed to lean towards the image. There were yowls of approval, but also voices of complaint.
"Why are all the chosen ones from ThunderClan?" complained one cat.
The fiery tom narrowed his eyes at the cat and snapped, "What once was, all ways will be!"
"That's not true! In the Great Journey, cats from all clans were chosen!"
"That is right," interjected a new voice.
The fiery cat turned his head and looked at the new voice. "Jayfeather," he acknowledged. Jayfeather stood. Eyes that were once blind in life, now saw even clearer than those with sight before, in death.
"That is right," Jayfeather repeated, "however, in this case if the chosen cats were in another clan, or even spread to all clans, the outcome is dark. The cats would not work together, not like in the Great Journey. Quarrels would erupt and it is possible that even one might join the enemy. If this happens, the clans are doomed! ThunderClan is the right choice." Other complaints were voiced but Jayfeather and the fiery tom were able to smooth things over. Eventually, everyone was in agreement. The gathering broke up into small groups, however, no one left.
"You chose well, Firestar," a blue-gray cat said to the fiery tom.
"Thank you, Bluestar," Firestar said to the blue-gray she-cat in front of him, "Their lives won't be easy, and we can't change it. Deciding the future is something we never have done."
"And never will!" sneered a voice. Firestar froze. His gaze was fixed on a spot just out side the ring of cats. Slowly, the rest of StarClan followed his stare. Angry hisses and yowls of outrage erupted from the cats. Firestar raised his tail for silence. "Tigerstar, how did you cross the border?" hissed Firestar, angrily.
"Never mind that," spat Tigerstar, "You will never get away with it, Firestar! You can't stop me!"
"We can and we will, Tigerstar," growled a new voice.
"Ah, Bramblestar! My poor estranged son. Such a disappointment. Are you sure of that?"
"Yes," said Bramblestar in a cold, clear voice.
"Even with this?" challenged Tigerstar. At his words, another tabby shape, with ice blue eyes slid into the clearing.
"Hello, brother," it said.
"Hawkfrost!" gasped Bramblestar.
"Yes, me. Still think you can beat us?" sneered Hawkfrost. Bramblestar faltered. A tawny she-cat raced to his side.
"Of course," she meowed confidently.
"Tawnystar. I was once so proud of you! But you turned into a disappointment as well. All right. StarClan! The way forward is clear. War!" declared Tigerstar.
"And how do you expect to do that?" asked Bluestar, coolly. In reply Tigerstar lifted his tail. Dark shapes formed a mass behind Hawkfrost and Tigerstar and spread out to encircle the group of starry cats. StarClan was trapped. Then one word rang out into the night.
"Attack!" Then dark and bright, good and evil met and thus began the war of the skies.
Well that was nice (right?). Very peaceful, don't you think? Tigerstar for once wasn't making any demands. Seriously, what do you think about my story? I want at least five little reviews before I start typing up the next chapter. Please? -BF
It's still short. -sigh- I had hoped to make it longer, but unfortunately it is still short. Anyway, I was just feeling like going over the prologue today, so here it is! Reviews are all ways nice, but I can not promise when I will be doing the other chapters. -Bramblefang