Shadows in The Air

by Mintflight0245

Shy and kind, Blackkit doesn't want to cause anyone trouble, but yet, she feels like a burden. In Cavernclan, however, is Mistkit, praised for being perfect, and hopes that she'll be able to feel the same way about herself one day. A dark time is coming for the Clans, and two of them have to face it head-on, proving that they are more than they were made out to be.

1. Prologue

Hello! I'm reposting this and the first chapter due to that I didn't use correct paragraphs and stuff, so yeah. Here's the prologue!

Moonlight filtered through the medicine den as Dustwing padded out of it, too hot to sleep. If only the stream ran closer to camp. Ugh. This drought is killing everyone.

He padded into the trees, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Hey Dustwing!" He turned to see Ferneyes staring at him, his green eyes glowing shockingly in the dark. "Where are you going? Off on some MYSTERIOUS medicine cat business?"

Dustwing shrugged. "I just need some alone with my thoughts."

"Ah." Ferneyes shifted his paws. His eyes glowed more brightly, and took on a darker tint for a heartbeat."Be careful out there. There's trouble in the air."

Huh. "Is there any creature that I should be watching out for?" Dustwing asked, confused.

"Shadows." Ferneyes fixed him with a serious gaze. "There is something coming. Shadows are in the air."

Um… Ferneyes, are you trying to steal my job? What does you mean, shadows are in the air?

"I thought I was the one delivering omens, not you." Dustwing joked.

Ferneyes gave a light smile, suddenly back to normal. "Have fun with your thoughts."

Dustwing headed out of camp, still confused, glancing back at Ferneyes every once in a while, who had turned to keep watch again. Shadows… Ferneyes's words echoed in his ears. There is something coming. Shadows are in the air. Dustwing broke into a run, the thin claw-scratch of a moon shining brightly above him. What could be threatening us? Other than this terrible drought, Streamclan hasn't had any huge problems, especially not with the other Clans. Actually, this is one of the biggest peace periods we've had in a while, and it makes me nervous. Starclan hasn't sent anything for moons.

Suddenly the sky darkened around him. Dustwing glanced up, surprised.

Huh? It was a cloudless night…. or it was until recently. Black clouds covered the moon, but faint light showed through still. So, the shadows are bad, whatever they are. They're covering the moon.

A wind ripped through the trees fiercely, colder and harsher than usual, and brought a dark air to it. Shadows. In the air. Great Starclan… Shadowy wind? I don't understand. What are you trying to tell me, Starclan?

Another gust of wind came, and Dustwing swore he saw small shadows dancing in the breeze. Black wind. The name echoed in his mind. What? But before he could continue to ponder it further, Ferneyes's panicked voice snapped him back to reality.

"Dustwing! Wolfblaze is kitting!" Dustwing turned and raced toward camp, Ferneyes behind him, panting heavily.

Black wind, whatever you are, I'll be ready for you.

Looking back on this prologue, I don't like it a ton, but whatever, this is my fanfic and I've learned a lot more since I wrote this. But whatever, I hope that this makes it easier to read.

Have a good day (or night), and keep writing!

-Mintflight