I am sorry. I stopped updating this story for almost two months (I think) with no warning. One: I was really stuck for what to write. Two: I didn't feel like writing. Three: I'm busy. I've probably made these excuses before, so sorry, again...
Looking back at the chapters in this story, I realized it really isn't all that great: I've made it insanely unrealistic, and maybe making "A Prophecy of Darkness" and "Frostheart's Vengeance" somewhat connected with the whole Nightbreeze/Lunar "evil villain revenge" thing wasn't all that good of an idea. They are basically part of the same series now.
After this, stories seemed to become forgotten, I decided to finally try and update, no matter how hard it was. I'll see if I can go back and fix mistakes in the earlier chapters (Spelling mistakes, grammar, bad descriptions, etc.) later, but for now finishing this chapter will be the top priority.
Thank you for listening.
Frostpaw didn't think it was a dream at first. After all, you can never tell if a dream is a dream or reality until you wake up. But for medicine cats? They know when they're having a dream, and they don't force themselves to wake up, knowing it may be a vision from StarClan.
She padded through the territory of SkyClan, her glowing red eyes seemed out of place in the colorless, dark terrain. Her whiskers twitched as she navigated through, deeper into the darkness, trying not to step on any tree roots or snag her paw on some brambles.
Yet this didn't seem like SkyClan territory. Silver mist circled around trees, with twinkling stars in the air. Plus, it seemed like Greenleaf, not Leafbare like it was in reality.
Of course it's a vision from StarClan, Frostpaw sighed miserably. "O' great wise ones, please ancestors tell me what I need to know so I can get some sleep for once."
Nothing answered her question. She kept on walking and walking through StarClan territory, not a cat was in sight. Maybe it's not StarClan. But it looks like StarClan, so where am I? She shivered as a chilled breeze ruffled her snow-white fur. Was it getting colder?
Indeed it was, and rapidly faster. The fog felt more like wet mist, and somehow Frostpaw didn't notice the clouds that gathered overhead. The bright yellow crescent moon was obscured by dark clouds as the young apprentice ventured deeper into the seemingly endless territory. How long does StarClan territory go on? For all I know, it could be bigger than the forest around the lake itself.
Snow began to fall, along with the stars. The stars rained down from the sky, like dying fireflies falling to the ground, as if all of Silverpelt were crashing down to the earth. Snow and stars fell faster and faster- and Frostpaw couldn't tell the difference between either one.
The territory began to seem a lot more like SkyClan territory, deciduous trees towered over her and snow covered the ground in a thick white blanket. It was snowing so furiously, Frostpaw's paw-prints were immediately filled in with white. Lightning flashed in the sky and ominous thunder rumbled.
She soon caught a familiar scent, and made her way towards it carefully. Frostpaw reached the large clearing surrounded by ferns that was the SkyClan camp, no cats were in their dens or in the clearing. But then she caught the faint scent of a cat she recognized. Frostpaw couldn't pinpoint who it was, but it gave her a deep feeling of nostalgia and a chill went up her spine.
Stumbling into the seemingly abandoned camp, she looked around and heard a mew come from the nursery: "Sister? Is that you?..."
Frostpaw froze cold in her tracks, her heart skipped a beat. That voice... it can't be... Trembling, Frostpaw looked into the den... and saw three small kits sitting side-by-side. A dark brown tabby, a gray one with white spots, and a fiery orange tom.
"Firekit? Skykit? Icekit?" Frostpaw felt tears stain her eyes. Her brothers- the three kits who'd been her best and only friends- were here with her, after their long-ago death. Stars shone in their fur as they gazed joyfully up at their sister.
"StarClan sent us to deliver a message!" squeaked Firekit, green eyes shining.
"Exactly when has StarClan sent kits to deliver prophecies?" asked Skykit, mumbling.
"They have never! Anyways, StarClan said..." Icekit's voice trailed off. "Firekit, what was the prophecy?"
"I don't know, Icekit! I told you to remember it!"
"And I told Skykit to remember it for us instead!"
"AND I TOLD FIREKIT TO NOT FORGET ABOUT THE STUPID PROPHECY LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES!" hollered Skykit.
"My bad!" squeaked Firekit.
"And this is why we don't let kits tell the medicine cats of omens," sighed a voice behind them. Frostpaw and her brothers turned around to face a large white tom, with black spots and bright green eyes. His pelt shone with stars, although seemingly friendly-looking, the cat's face was serious.
"Hello, Whitestar!" Icekit mewed. "This is our big sister Frostpaw!"
"Yes, yes. I know," Whitestar meowed. "In case you don't know me, I'm Whitestar. I used to be leader of SkyClan before Thornstar and Brightstar took over. But now is not the time for introductions... Frostpaw, StarClan has not come to you to send a prophecy to the Clan, but to give you an order: You must head to the twolegplace and bring a cat with a pelt black as night back with you to the Clans. But it will be a perilous journey, you must bring three cats with you."
"Will those three cats be us?" Firekit, Skykit, and Icekit looked up at Whitestar.
"No, no. Three warriors from SkyClan," Whitestar sighed in irritation once again.
Frostpaw frowned. She'd been planning to go to the Twolegplace alone, but Whitestar was right: it was a tough journey to get there and she'd couldn't go alone. Heck, Pineheart hadn't even taught her any fighting moves! Who was she kidding, even if she wanted to there was no way she could survive three or four days alone out of camp.
Then a new question came to her mind. "Whitestar, what did the snowstorm around SkyClan territory mean? Leafbare is almost over, and there's no way it will snow that hard."
"StarClan can't answer everything for you, young apprentice," Whitestar reminded her. "We only watch the Clans from above and warn them of the coming future, we cannot save them when they are in danger. We don't choose your path, you must carve your own destiny. The future is not only in our paws, but in yours, and in the cats around you..."
Frostpaw's vision began to be erased in streaks of black, her brothers' shouts to her sounded like only faraway whispers as the darkness advanced upon her...
"A Blizzard of Frost shall take down the Clan..."
"Wait-" Frostpaw yelled, reaching out and trying to grasp at what was left of her vision-
Only to wake up and find herself in the medicine cat's den once more.
I forgot to put this at the start so here it is...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Warriors, if I did then Frostpaw would exist in cannon Warriors series!
Another thing I forgot to put:
The voting for if this shall stay a normal story or a horror story has ended. Horror has won with at least... *checks results* six votes and normal with zero!
I hope I can make the next chapter come out quicker than this one did. Anyways, peace out!
~Moon