Woah, It's been forever guys.. So sorry... I have no idea how to keep this story going, I don't remember the characters or anything. Please forgive me.. I will not be deleting this just yet though, I may return to it sometime. As fr my Breezepelt story, that's getting deleted. I'm starting a new story, here's a little snippet-
A large, bulky, cat raced across the grassy field, its fur gleaming in the moonlight.
"Windstar!" The cat, a ginger tom, called out.
"Thunderstar?" The wiry brown she-cat looked up from where she was sharing a rabbit with her mate. "Is something wrong?" She asked he ginger tom.
"Rock just sent me a prophecy, about WindClan.." He panted tiredly.
"What does it say?" Windstar's mate, Gorsestar asked.
"The ash, born of the smoke, will douse the ember's fire. If not stopped, the four will fall. Look to the birds, they are our only hope." The ginger tom recited carefully.
"Should we send an omen?" Her daughter, and the first medicine cat of WindClan, asked.
"Give it a few sunrises, Mothflight." Windstar replied.