Authors Note & Summary: Please R&R! It has been many moons since the great Firestar died. The Tribes are running out of room in the mountains, because twolegs are moving into all the territories. They have decided that it is time to take the territory that is below tem too. Stormfur has received a dreadful prophesy about rain, sun and blood. What does the prophesy mean? Will the Clans have to move again? What will happen if they do? This is my first story, ever, so please don't be too harsh!
StarClan
"She has joined." meowed Spottedleaf.
"Good, when shall the prophesy be sent?" Yellowfang meowed.
"After her first Gathering, It should be soon. Crowstar will want to get the humiliation over with as soon as possible. " said Cinderpelt.
"Who will send it?" Nightstar meowed.
"And who will be the chosen eight?" Feathertail said.
"Well obviously the one that receives the main prophesy for WindClan." Tallstar said.
"Maybe Birchpaw for ThunderClan?" Snowkit suggested.
"No, Birchpaw wouldn't get along and would watch it crumble and they'd all die!" Bluestar growled.
"Then let it be Palepaw! She's strong and determined." Spottedleaf said.
"And Shadowpaw for ShadowClan." Nightstar said.
"And Whisperingpaw will represent RiverClan." Stonefur and Mistystar said together.
"So now we need to figure out the apprentices for the Tribes." Yellowfang said.
"Back to my first question, who shall send it?" Nightstar meowed.
"I will." meowed Gorsepaw.
A.N. Another Cliffie! Sort of. Well I hope you all enjoyed this StatClan chappie!