Sorry guys for not updating! Life never seems to let me get on FF .
Anyways I do not own Warriors and all cats go to their owners.
Cloudkit was relaxing. She closed her eyes, and the familiar feel grew over her. She was going to her fantasy clan-CloudClan.
"Greetings Cloudstar," a brown she-cat with vivid bright green eyes said. It was Hiddenstorm, the clan's deputy. Cloudkit had based Hiddenstorm, after her own adopted sister, Hiddenpaw.
"Greetings Hiddenstorm, how has the clan been since I was gone?" Cloudkit asked.
"Not too well, DirtClan had tried to steal part of our territory!" Hiddenstorm informed.
"Ah, but they failed, didn't they?" Cloudstar meowed.
"Of course. Mistyfeather chased them off," Hiddenstorm replied.
"How is my mate, Leopardspots?" Cloudstar asked. In real life, Cloudkit had a huge crush on the spotted tom.
"Fine, also Featherclaw wants to speak to you," Hiddenstorm meowed.
Cloudstar walked out of the leader's den that was made out of a cloud. In fact, the whole CloudClan camp was made out of clouds. The medicine cat den was formed out of a bright pink cloud that you saw at sun-down.
"Featherclaw?" Cloudstar called into the den.
Glowing red eyes flashed open. "Sister. Welcome back." A gruff voice meowed happily. Then the she-cat came out. She was brown she-cat with her whole body "decorated" in scars. Long claws flexed out of three paws. Okay, Featherkit would be fond of having long claws and glowing red eyes, but would claw of Cloudkit's tail if she found out that she had made her the medicine cat. (Secretly Cloudkit thought it suited Featherkit.)
"Thank you Featherclaw," Cloudstar meowed.
"There is a prophecy for you. It is:
The leader of clouds shall die
But the true killer will deny
Until darkness rules the clouds. (Cloudkit wasn't very good at making up prophecies.)
"What? Someone is going to kill me?" Cloudstar meowed in horror.
"Yep. And then this whole clan will fall to darkness. That will sure be fun!" Featherclaw meowed in a bored voice.