Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
Prologue
StarClan had turned the sky black and was fiercely pelting the world below with frigid drops of water. The clouds rumbled and lightning turned the world a deadly white. Most of the ThunderClan cats were hidden inside their dens or packed into the crowded nursery. Alone, one cat sat staring up at the toiling clouds. Her long thick fur was soaked and heavy and her body felt like it dropped a degree in temperature as each drop of rain hit her body.
And yet, she sat, praying for her ancestors to help her clan. Why is this happening? She silently, hopelessly, screamed. Why is my clan surrounded with peril? What or who can change this?! The black cat with the white streak rolling down her back shook her head. Why am I sitting out in the stormy night while a queen in my clan gives birth in a den right next to me? she asked herself, furious at her own lack of help for Mistynight. She knew that her apprentice, Stormpaw, could handle helping Mistynight give birth and that doing this alone would be good practice for him. The beautiful medicine cat told herself that she was sitting out here in case Stormpaw needed help and called for her. She did her best to ignore her real-and quite possibly insane-reason. She thought that this was a storm sent from StarClan and it felt powerful. She thought that this storm would give her the answers she needed. But it seemed like this was just a normal storm, if anything was special about it was that it was incredibly harsh.
Just then a patch of sunlight shone through the clouds, revealing itself to the one cat watching. There was a clap of thunder and the sunlight turned into the face of a raccoon (a nasty creature that they had learned about from the horse-place cats.) Lightningsong put the raccoon and the thunderclap together to realize that it must mean that a raccoon will save ThunderClan.
What?! A raccoon? I must have cobwebs in my brain, Thought the medicine cat. Still, she had a feeling she was right…As the brief patch of sunlight dissolved, Stormpaw burst out of the nursery.
"Lightningsong!" he cried, jubilant. "I did it! Come see Mistynight's kits! They're beautiful!"
"Good job Stormpaw," Lightningsong purred. "You birthed kits!" The mentor and apprentice slipped into the nursery, careful not to get the kits wet.
Before anyone could say anything, Stormpaw started excitedly, "These two are Hollykit and Deerkit," and pointed with his tail to a dark gray kit and a pale brown kit, "and this is their brother, Raccoonkit. Aren't they just the most beautiful kits you've ever seen?!" But Lightningsong wasn't paying attention any more. She was staring rigidly at the gray and black tabby male with the gray face, frozen. Raccoon will save ThunderClan. Not just a raccoon, she realized. A cat. Raccoonkit will salvage ThunderClan.
"Good luck Raccoonkit. And thanks, in advance."
A/N Thanks for reading! If you review, have a nice day. If you don't review, darn you, darn you!!!!!!
Also, thanks to the Demented Leprechaun for Beta-ing my story. :3 :D
Thanks,
-Flamesong
