Prologe
A tabby she-cat was running through the forest.
She looked exasted, as if she has been running to the Tribe and back to the Clans.
But even so, she looked like she was important.
A group of four cats were sharing tounges by a waterfall. One was blue-gray, another gray, one was golden and the last was white.
Just as the blue she-cat opened her mouth, the silver one burst through the bushes.
The blue one turned. "Feathertail? You look exausted. Come and sit; tell us what's wrong."
Feathertail nodded and padded over. Her pelt was fluffed up, and she looked startled. She sat down and imediatly started talking.
"There is good news and bad news. The good news is that there is a new prophecy. It goes like this; Eight apprentices, two from each Clan, will go on a journey farther than the mountains to seek peace among the Clans. Then the bad news is…" Her voice faded.
"What's the matter?" Bluestar asked gently but still serious.
"T-th-the…"
"Speak, young friend,"
Feathertail's eyes darkened, and she looked down at the stone before her. "The Dark Forest has taken over the Clans, and soon ours. They have found an element- they didn't tell me what it is -that makes them more powerful than we."
Bluestar looked up at the night sky. It had no stars, and she didn't spot the moon either.
In the long moment of silence, a battle cry sounded in the air.
"Lionheart, take a patrol to see if Tigerstar and the others are there, Feathertail-" Bluestar's speech was cut off by a yowl of surprise and pain came from her jaws.
The attacker had a dark brown tabby pelt; Tigerstar.
Bluestar unsheathed her claws and tried to knock the tabby warriors, but he was strong, so he knocked Bluestar on her side, leaving her belly exposed.
Bluestar hissed, and scratched his muzzle. His head turned and yowled.
Hawkfrost, Mapleshade, Darkstripe, and Brokenstar appeared from the lush green plant.
Whitestorm got to his paws and padded towards Brokenstar.
"You better get of our territory, and you cannot take over the Clans. You were sent to the Dark Forest for a reason, and you are not going to expand the problem you already have." His voice was serious, but also challenging.
"But what about out lives? We had pain in ours…" Brokenstar sneered. "You killed other cats and brought pain and sorrow." Lionheart called.
"Well, we had the choice of what to do. We had our own path. That means YOU CAN'T TAKE OVER OUR LIVES!" As Brokenstar's anger blew, his eyes turned white and a fog picked up Lionheart and Whitestorm and threw them against a tree.
As they thudded to the ground,
The gray she-cat, named Yellowfang, turned to look in astonishment.
A black she-cat popped her head from the bushes on the StarClan side.
Then a grand orange tom appeared, a grey tom following.
Behind the black she-cat, appeared two toms. A grey tabby and an orange one. "Lionblaze, what's going on?" The black she-cat asked.
"Hollyleaf!" Yellowfang turned around. "Come on!" Yellowfang leaped toward Mapleshade, but not close enough to fight.
Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather leaped into battle.
The orange and grey toms ran from the bushes.
All the clearing was then; a sound of screams and blood was shed and fur was ripped.
A/N
This is my excuse for not updating Cedarpaw's Memories