Ok, so here is the prologue, written by me! I had to update the writers note since I forgot to add some information…. o.O
Oh well! Hope you enjoy the chapter, and please review!
The half-moon waned in a dark blue sky that in turn stretched for miles in every direction. Lithe feline shapes could just be made out in the dim light, slipping through the undergrowth to meet each other in a sandy hollow. An uncomfortable silence followed their arrival.
Finally a bracken coloured tom spoke up. "So what did you call this meeting for then, Snickerstar?"
Snickerstar, a light brown tom, shifted his paws before answering. "Have any of you noticed how boring it's getting around here?"
The other gathered cats mewed their agreement. At that moment a pale ginger she-cat stepped into view from behind a bramble bush. "Well, its how life always was in the living world." She argued. "Why should we complain about it now?"
"Milkaflight," Snickerstar greeted her with a nod.
Milkaflight padded forward. "Is this conversation going anywhere, Snickerstar?"
"Well, if you would sit down and listen, I'll tell you." Snickerstar countered.
"Right," he proceeded once the pale warrior had settled down. "As I was saying, it's getting too boring around here. We need to do something."
The cats surrounding him broke into excited chatter. A questioning mew rose above them all. "Like what?" A pure black tom with a white chest asked boldly.
"Well, Biscuitwing," Snickerstar mewed hesitantly, "I was thinking..."
"Go on then, spit it out!" Milkaflight howled.
Snickerstar shot her a glare before carrying on. "I was thinking," he repeated more loudly, "that we should do something to the Clans. Something that will amuse us, but that they will never remember."
Milkaflight snorted. "And just what might that be?"
Snickerstar lashed his tail impatiently. "Take a guess."
A lot of gossiping followed his challenge, when eventually a she cat sitting close to Biscuitwing spoke. "Make one of the Clans go crazy?" She suggested.
Snickerstar's ear twitched. "I had not thought of that," he admitted. "But it is a good idea nonetheless. We could use it with what I have thought up."
"Well what have you thought up, oh great and powerful Snickerstar?" Milkaflight asked, bowing her head in mock honour.
Snickerstar ignored her lack of respect. "We should duplicate SweetClan." He declared, lifting his chin and letting his voice carry over the crowd of cats. "But only make them slightly different. You know, different personalities, names, appearances, etcetera. But let's keep their eyes the same. We should call them RandomClan and use Skittlepaw's idea of making them crazy."
A shocked silence greeted his words. Snickerstar plucked the ground nervously with unsheathed claws. He had been so sure that they would agree with his proposition.
"Well," Biscuitwing mewed tentatively. "It could work." Murmurs of agreement rippled throughout the throng of cats.
Snickerstar flashed Biscuitwing a relieved glance, grateful for his help.
"What?!" Milkaflight exclaimed. "Are you all mouse-brained?"
Snickerstar sighed. "What's wrong now, Milkaflight?"
"Would you really do that to your own descendants? We're StarClan, not a bunch of deceitful idiots!"
Snickerstar narrowed his eyes. He suspected the pale warrior was just trying to be difficult.
"And anyway," Milkaflight pursued, oblivious to the glares shot in her direction from every gathered cat, "how would we make sure that no cat remembers anything?"
"She has a point." Some cat called.
Snickerstar flicked his tail. "That would be easy. Just enter their dreams and make sure they don't remember about it."
Even Milkaflight couldn't argue with that. She gave a reluctant nod and drew back, sitting down again with a plop.
"So who shall walk in whom' s dreams?" Biscuitwing asked.
"We could each pick a Clan and visit each cat's dreams." Snickerstar mused.
"That would take to long and be too tiring," Milkaflight disagreed.
"We could do one Clan one night and another Clan another night, and so on."
"Way to much time," the pale ginger warrior insisted.
"We could...um...we could..." Snickerstar was running out of ideas.
"Any more amazing plans, oh great one?" Milkaflight asked mockingly.
Just then Biscuitwing stepped up to save Snickerstar from further embarrassment. "We could ask the rest of StarClan to help us." He reasoned. "We could get them all to enter the dreams of their own Clan."
"And how many of them do you think would listen to us?" Milkaflight sneered.
"Quite a few of us, actually." A voice rang out from the edge of the hollow.
Milkaflight started, then whipped round to face the three cats who were padding towards the centre of the clearing, their heads and tails held erect as if they had done nothing wrong.
"And just what do you thing you're doing here?" The she cat snarled. Snickerstar took one look at her unsheathed claws and bristling fur, and stepped forward to intervene before a fight broke out.
"Greetings Lessonstar, Applestar, Featherstar." Snickerstar mewed. "Now you might want to answer her question, before she shreds you." Milkaflight hissed in agreement.
Applestar flicked her tail. "We heard that SweetClan was having a secret meeting, so we decided to come and listen in." She admitted. "Its a good thing we did though," she added hastily.
Snickerstar narrowed his eyes. "Why is that?"
Featherstar answered for the old HealthyClan leader. "Because otherwise this one" - he flicked his tail towards Milkaflight - "would have convinced you not to confide in us, and then where would we be? Sitting around boring ourselves close to a second death, that's where."
"So you agree with me then?" Snickerstar scuffed his paw against a dry leaf, while Milkaflight snorted crossly and turned her back towards the other three leaders.
"Of course!"Lessonstar seemed genuinely shocked at the suggestion that they wouldn't agree with the old SweetClan leader.
"So when will we get along with it then?" Biscuitwing asked, padding forwards to touch nose with the three arrivals.
Snickerstar and Featherstar exchanged a glance. "Well, I was hoping to get it done tonight..."
"Come on then!" The impatient mew sounded to Snickerstar's left. Milkaflight sauntered into view.
"We will go and notify our Clans." Applestar announced and turned to leave. The other two leaders followed her.
"Wait!" Snickerstar called them back. There was one more thing he needed to do before they left.
Applestar glanced over her shoulder and shot him a questioning look.
"I thought we should duplicate Flakestar now, and bring the duplicate - the new leader of RandomClan - to StarClan for a talk."
Applestar tilted her head. "Okay." She agreed. The three cats headed back to the centre of the clearing, where they sat and waited.
"Right," Snickerstar mewed. "Let's get started."
Flakestar glanced around him at the unfamiliar territory, and the cats gathered around him. There was Applestar, the old leader of HealthyClan, Lessonstar, the old leader of Boring Clan, Featherstar the old leader of NormalClan and Snickerstar, the old leader of SweetClan. The other cats were harder to make out in the dark, but from their scent Flakestar guessed they were also from SweetClan. "Where am I?" Flakestar flinched when he heard how kit-like he sounded.
Snickerstar answered him. "StarClan."
Flakestar leapt to his paws."What?!" He exclaimed. "I'm dead?! How did I die? What -" he was cut off by a pale ginger she-cat.
"You're not DEAD, mouse brain." She snapped. "You're just here for a talk."
Flakestar gawped at her. "You're Milkaflight!" Everyone had heard of the short-tempered ginger warrior who had been killed when she strayed too near a Thunderpath.
"Of course I'm Milkaflight. Now, to business."
Flakestar flicked his tail. "What are you going to do? Was it really important enough to disturb me? Cause I was having this great dream about a mouse..."
"We're just going to do some simple tests." Featherstar said calmly. "Now, lets start with this. Who are you?"
Flakestar narrowed his eyes. Why were they asking such stupid questions? "That's easy." He mewed. "I am Flakestar, leader of SweetClan."
Lessonstar sighed. To Snickerstar, he said "See? I told you the duplicates would would have the same memories as the real cats." Then he turned to Flakestar. "No, you're not. You are Awesomestar, leader of RandomClan." The other cats nodded agreement.
Flakestar took a step back. These cats were crazy. But before he could flee, Snickerstar placed a light brown paw on one of Flakestar' s darker ones. "Listen to me, Awesomestar. What we are saying is true." Suddenly Flakestar felt his mind rifling through memories. When he was a kit, snuggled at his mothers belly, then an apprentice, killing his first prey. Now he was a warrior, skilfully defending his clan with teeth and claws, untill finally he was leader of SweetClan. A warm glow spread through him from ears to tail tip. But then, without warning, Flakestar began to feel those recollections disappear, untill he felt like nothing more than the empty shell of a cat.
Soon he began to flood with new memories. Still relatively similar, but now he had different clan mates, a different name and a different appearance, but the same coloured eyes. Also, he remembered crazy cats. Lots of crazy cats. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that he was quite crazy, too...
How could he have been so mouse-brained? He was Awesomestar, leader of RandomClan.
So that was the prologue - hope you enjoyed it! and by the way, the first chapter I put up is meant to be called Writer's note, but I forgot to name it and now it wont let me change it! o.O so its not infact Chapter One, its meant to be the Writers note!
Anyway, please tell me what you think!