The wind spinned and howled through the trees, all creatures hearing it's blood curdling screech. It wailed and moaned as it reached all parts of the lands. A small group of cats traveled along the edge of a moor, marking their territory. The one in the lead stopped dead in her tracks. She had a very distinctive resemblance to a snake but the body of a cat.
"What is it, Snakestar?" asked a brown tom behind her with two teeth sticking out like a sabers'.
"Look." she said, pointing her scaly tail towards a small group of cats on the moor. Each one was made from a colorful smog. One a dark yellow, another a pine like green, an nightmarish blue, and the last was a blood red. The yellow one stepped forward and spoke, "Do you know who we are?" The voice was deep and sounded female. Her eyes were narrowed and dark yellow claws stuck out of her paws.
The snake-cat, green-and-cream she-cat, stepped forward. She was practically shaking in her paws, she had a theory. But it couldn't be possible, those were just nursery tales for kit! They couldn't possibly be true! Or... or could they?
"We do not know who you are but you are being warned; leave our land, or face the repercussions." she said calmly, trying to hide her fear under her scales as best as possible.
The red one laughed, their voice high-pitched hurting the groups ears. It was long and taunting. After she finished her mocking laugh she faced the group, "You think you can hurt us?! You really are stupid! Or maybe it's because you do not know our names. Have the generations of Powerclan not shared our tale of terror. How we brought Powerclan to it's knees!"
"It can't be!" cried a black she-cat, two huge blue wings bursting from her back.
"But it can!" the red cloud yowled.
The dark blue cat made of menacing fog stepped in front of the red one as they burst out laughing again. "We. Are. The Coven!" they announced. His voice was deep and had an hard-to-understand sound to it. "I am Exitium. That laughing buffoon is Chao," the red one called Chao stopped laughing and looked at him with eyes of rage. Exitium continued his speech, "The yellow one is Morbus. And the green one is Mortem."
Snakestar was taken aback by this. The cven was an ancient tale. She could remember her mother telling her the tale that had her having nightmares for a moon!
"Once upon a time, near the very beginning of Powerclan, was the leader known as Feildstar. A tom made entirely out of dirt with grass on his back bursting with flowers and a tail made of long ferns. It was said he used his connection with the earth to make the quarry we live in now. One day, four cats made of a terrible smog came.
One was redder than blood, she was called Chao. Another was as blue as the night sky with a full moon. They called him Exitium. The third was a sickening yellow. She was known as the infamous Morbus. The last one was Mortem. He had a scary green pelt that swirled maddly.
They said, 'If you don't give us everything around the lake, we will come and tear you limb from limb! Your kits and queens will be slaughtered, your elders will meet their doom, your warrior will scream like mice and you will watch all this carnage unveil as we hold you down and slice you open slowly.'
Feildstar, of course, was terrified of them. He said no. And then they left, They were gone for five seasons; as if they didn't exist at all. And they did forget them, but then It happened.
They came. At first, the clan thought they were fine. They thought since they were over twenty of them, and only four of them. But they didn't know the wrath they could unleash. They had magical whips matching there pelt colors and as soon as a cat would be touched by it, they would succumb to horrible symptoms.
Exitium would make a cat tear themselves in half; metaphorically and physically. Morbus would make a cat sick with practically every cough you could think of. Chao would make them completely mad. Insane. They would die from themselves. After they killed others. And Mortem, well Mortem would make them drop dead; right there right then.
Feildstar was grieve stricken. Before they got to him he cried, 'I want to make a deal!' They were interested with this and listened to his wager. 'I, Feildstar, promise that if you leave and bring back any of my clanmates, i and my clamates will worship you like gods! Every whim of yours will be tended to. We will share your names and your tales for centuries! And if you want our territory, then take it! Just please, bring my family back.'
The coven were intent with this and agreed. They brought his clan back, or, at least the ones they could. They stayed for awhile. They didn't takethe territory, and within a moon, they left. No one knows where or when they left. But we kept our deal ans shared their story. Thats why i'm telling you now, Snakekit. If i didn't, who knows what hell could befall on us.
Snakestar was terrified. They could kill them!
"Having trouble thinking?" asked Morbus, "Here's a reminder!"
A dark yellow whip appeared from her back. It was long and waved side to side.
"GET DOWN!" cried the saber toothed tom.
The yellow whip came crashing down, making a louder whooshing sound than the wind that whistled through the air.
Craaaaack!
It landed on a dusky brown tom who was transparent as rain. Brambles swirled out and in his pelt. His eyes were bright ambe, but now, they were closed. He fell down at the impact of the whip. "Bramblespirit!" called the blue-winged she-cat. She ran towards Bramblespirit and looked down, crying his name.
"We'll be back!" Exitium called.
As he did, the wind whooshed and blew them away, mixing there pelts to make a hideous color.
The group surrounded Bramblespirit. He had been hit by Morbus, who knew what sickness would befall him.
Snakestar looked like a deer in headlights as she stared at her fallen warrior. WHat would happen? As she thought a whisper went through her ear, one resembling her mother's voice so well.
The tree that was turned away will bring the fog of hell upon Powerclan. Three from the black bird will defeat the four of sickly clouds. The future of Powerclan lies on their shoulders.
Snakestar was confused. "The tree turned away." what did that mean? And "The three from the blackbird." They were hundreds of blackbirds in the forest! Which one? Snakestar didn't have time to think, Powerclan was in their paws. Who ever they were, she would have to trust the word of her ancestors. She had to!