Warriors:The Prophecy

by Stormheart021

Whiteheart finds himself having a strange dream 'Beware the darkness that lurks in the shadows. Watch as they tear your Clan apart. Darkness will spill, leaving only red remains.' What will he do? Could it possibly mean that HE has the power to stop the darkness? Or will loveable friends help him? Read and find out :D

3. Chapter 2

YOO-HOO! JAYFEATHER!

Jayfeather: NOW WHAT?!

Now now, no need to shout.

Jayfeather: ... -_-

DO THE ! #$%^& DISCLAIMER!

Jayfeather: Fine. Stormheart021 does not own warriors. If she did, then Hollyleaf wouldn't have died in The Last Hope.

Good boy.

-STORMHEARTS' POV. WARNING. RATED T. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Stormheart bounded after the ShadowClan patrol, with Whiteheart and the others by her side, supporting her.

"Prey stealers!" Whiteheart hissed. Stormheart felt admiration rush through her body like a flood. She quickly shook the feeling away. Now is not the time! She thought angrily. She hunts alone!

"Who are you calling 'prey stealers?!" One of the ShadowClan toms snapped.

"You, apparently. Or are you too busy STEALING OUR PREY that you have become mousebrained?" Stormheart hissed.

The deputy, Crookedclaw, hissing with rage, pounced on her. With that, the clearing exploded into cats hissing with anger. She felt claws rake down her pelt, and she pounced on Crookedclaw. Crookedclaw darted behind her, and bit her neck, only to get a few scratches on his nose.

Eyes blazing, he pounced on her. She quickly darted under his soft belly, and raked her claws down it. She was satisfied when he yowled in pain. Suddenly she felt pain in her neck, and the ground gave way beneath her, and the world went black.

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Whitehearts POV

Whiteheart snarled in rage when he saw Strongheart's limp body under Crookedclaw's teeth. He lunged forward, and knocked Crookedclaw off his feet, and off of Strongheart. Crookedclaw bounded forward, only to get a scratched eye in return. Whiteheart lunged forward, teeth bared, and clawed at Crookedclaw's scruff.

Crookedclaw backed away hissing and spitting his defiance, and raced towards the trees. Whiteheart stared helplessly at the battle around him.

"Crookedclaw has retreated!" He heard one of the warriors yowl.

The ShadowClan patrol were gone in a flurry, hissing angrily. Quickly he ran over to Strongheart's body, which was ominously still. Only by the slightest whimper that he knew she was alive.

"This battle should have never happened." He heard Lionblaze murmur.

"We need to get her to the medicine den!" He shouted, staring at Strongheart's body, now covered in blood. For the first time ever, he felt something rush through him. What is this feeling?...Is it possibly...Love?

*Sniff* So dramatic..

Jayfeather: Hold yourself together.

SHUT UP. You may sleep now.

Jayfeather: Thanks...