This is not Warriors. It is not FanFiction, even- it is completely mine. I own everything in the story. Also! I need five OOC'S, one per reviewer! They should not have warrior names- they can be anything.
"Tell me a story."
The kitten was pale grey with dark markings, and half his face was white. He had a silver eye and a gold eye, and they stared pleadingly at Mooness.
He was Sabre, kitten who had a destiny like no othe.
"Tell us a story, Mum!" All the kittens begged.
"Have you heard how the Earth came?" she asked, blinking fondly at the five young 'uns, Sabre, Splotch, and her own, Sorrel, Fern and Maple.
Sorrel shook her head. Sabre piped up. "No, but I heard Bruten, Panthera, Nikara and Asarma talking about it!"
She glanced at who he had named, and started her tale.
"Long ago, thousands moons ago, there was black. Only black. Upon this black, there was no light; no life."
They all shivered at this. "Not even Snowtiger?" squeaked Splotch, looking terrified at the mention of the evil cat. Mooness smiled sadly, for this showed how far the tom's influence had spread, frightening even young kittens. "No, not even him." She told the splotched kit.
"But as I said, there was just black. But then, two things came. One was gentle and pale and round; the other was fierce and bright and burning. It was the sun and moon gods.
"And so they both looked at the bleak landscape stretching before them. The moon turned her soothing glow on it, washing the land with a silver light. She said, 'Let there be stars, so they may give light when mine fails.' And so the dark sky stretched with millions of bright warm stars, shedding blue light on top of the moonlight.
"Then the sun god came, and the land blazed with copper and gold and all the warmest colors. The sky turned bright blue, like your eyes, Splotch."
Splotch blinked, her sapphire eyes twinkling.
Sabre closed his eyes, imagining a meadow like the one lived in, blazing with light. He opened his eyes, pricking his ears to hear the rest of Mooness's story.
"And then the moon and sun made every type of animal: cats, dogs, sheep, horses, humans, and more. They roamed the land, the good forests, the roaring sea, the windswept moor. And the moon and sun knew it was good-"
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A smooth voice cut into the story, and the kittens looked up in terror.
It was Snowtiger.
"I- I'm just telling them a story," whispered Mooness, frightened beyond belief. Wind swept around Snowtiger, making him look threating as the sun's last rays illuminated him. "And who's this?" he growled, eyeing Sabre, who was crouched down in terror. "I thought you only were nursing three and Splotch, because I killed her unruly mother."
Splotch's eyes flashed in fury, but she turned away. "Oh... no.." Mooness stuttered. "We found this kit abandoned, probably by a human." She lied, hoping he would believe it.
He looked at her hard, and then rumbled, "And its name is?"
"Sa-" she started to meow, and then saw Asarma and Nikara frantically shaking their heads at her. "-lun." She finished, praying to the sun-god he wouldn't notice her slip up.
"Salun." He echoed, suspicion etched into his cruel face. "Yes." She murmured, wrapping her tail protectively around Sabre.
He turned away, and padded to Bruten and Panthera, who were the basic-in-charge of the group. "I'll be watching." He hissed, and then padded away, back to where he came from.
"That was Snowtiger, little ones. You must never, ever challenge him while you are weak, for he can kill you as he pleases."
The kits nodded, horrorstruck.
"Momma, that wasn't true, was it?" squeaked Sabre, "I wasn't a human throwaway? You're my mom."
"No, dear. You are my kit." My adopted kit. It would break his heart if he knew his real mother or how she died... no. she was murdered by Snowtiger.
She blinked at them. "I think it's time for you little ones to go to sleep."
The small group they had, loosely organized; was led by Bruten, Asarma, Nikara, and Panthera. The rest were just there- they didn't like the regime and wanted to escape Snowtiger's army. They weren't a threat at all or really against him in the rebellious sense, so he let them be and watched them.
They lived in the meadow outside the small mountain range, where the grass was long and a few towering oaks rose. Mooness led the kittens to the mossy, cavernous roots of an oak, and curled around them, lulling them to sleep, giving way to dreams.
Sabre woke up, shivering. The night had become cold, waking him. Mooness was still asleep, twitching, and so were Splotch and Fern and Sorrel and Maple.
He stood up, shook his pale fur, and blinked in surprise as something very cold landed on his nose. As he glanced up he saw the whole night sky swirling down with small white things, and moonlight illuminated them. Crossing his eyes to peer at the one melting on his nose, he fancied he heard a voice in his ear, and this was what it whispered:
Like a knife- a saber, to slice.
The tiger as cold as ice
A small group, in significance equal to zero
A betrayal, a rebellion, a hero
But not all ends are happy. No, some are never happy.
A sacrifice to be made,
Like a path his way is laid
An age to begin
An age to end.
But make sure all are loyal and true,
lest one betrays you
They are not sure where their path lies
but the pain from it will be like knives
An Age of New... to begin.
Remember, one OOC per reviewer. And geez, what is it with me and prophecies? Each story of mine seems to have one! ;)