A/N; StreamClan!
I walk along the riverside, my fur blowing in the gentle, cold wind. Funny, how things can be nice yet cold at the same time.
If it were earlier in the day, I would be in a patrol surrounded by friends.
My younger sister is an apprentice. I can hardly believe how old she is now. It feels like yesterday that she was born...but that day was both lovely, as the Clan was given a new warrior. But her two brothers died moments after birth.
We named them anyway-Ashenbreath and Goneheart.
Our mother is always a bit depressed. She gave them warrior names so that StarClan could know what to name them, if they aged in the stars.
I don't think StarClan will do that.
I think back to the old stories my parents unearthed and told again. I think the medicine cat before I was born told them.
I think about the dream I had the moon before. Of the first member of StarClan.
Storm. Mother of Thunderstar. That brave young tom. He still seems to protect his Clan.
I look up at the setting-sun sky, filled with the faint gleamings of stars in the velvety blackness of the coming night.
The almost-full moon shines an eerie reddish-silver in the half-light of sunset.
I stopped, and look up.
And owl soars overhead, and spots me. I am already small, and also only a young warrior, so I am afraid.
It attacks me. I hear a yowl that can only be my mother's, and those long talons pierce my side. I don't think it is deep.
I feel the weight lift off of me, and I black out.
My name is Stoneclaw. This is my story.