Before we start, I just want to say that I don't mean to copy any body. I made this story up myself, but if I seem to have the same idea as someone, please tell me.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
A silver cat raced with a mouse on the hills, paws smashing the grass as it pounded toward the mouse.
Another cat crossed her way, emerging from the bushes, making the mouse squeak in alarm and skid into their paws.
The other cat swiftly nipped the mouses spine, killing it with ease.
"Thank you, Blueberry!" The she cat purred, settling down with Blueberry.
"It was easy. Prey always run well here." Blueberry responded coolly with a flick of her ear.
The she cat nodded, taking a bite of the freshly caught mouse. The savory meat melted on her tongue, making her purr louder.
Suddenly, a cat crashed through the bushes, eyes widened in alarm. The tom cats pelt glimmered with stars as it reached the two cats.
The sunlight shifted, making Blueberry and the other cat glisten with starlight as well.
"Blueberry, Kinkpelt," The tom greeted, gasping to catch his breath.
Blueberry raised his head, seeming to sense his urgency.
"What's wrong, Robinwatcher?" Blueberrys gaze hardened.
"Powers..." The orange tom gasped, eyes stretching to the max.
"Oh, just spit it out already!" Kinkpelt grumbled, scrambling to her paws with Blueberry.
Robinwatcher ignored Kinkpelt comment and looked off to the distance, the slightest starlight springing into his yellow gaze.
"There's a cat that doesn't have powers... I saw it myself!" He meowed, turning back to the two cats.
Blueberry let out a gasp, while Kinkfur just murmured something under her breath.
"How could this be?" Kinkpelts voice seared through the silence.
"I'm not sure," The tom replied, voice shaky. "A powerless cat never encountered the clans before!"
Blueberry gazed hopelessly at Robinwatcher. "What should we do? You're the former medicine cat, after all."
"And you're a StarClan cat," Robinwatcher shot back. "I think we should send a sign, though."
Kinkpelts tail twitched questionably. "But to who?"
Robinwatcher paused, closing his eyes in calculation. "I'm not sure, but we need to make a omen."
Robinwatchers gaze swept around, opening his jaws in announcement.
"Before all is peace, there will be a fallen oak that powers cannot prop up."
That's all for now. Since I'm bad at making omens and prophecys, you can suggest a better one.
I hope you enjoyed my story for now!