Introduction
A Once beautiful she-cat sat in the warm elders den with some den-mates. Her once radiant light golden fur dull with age, only her memorizing eyes had a defiant sparkle to them. A group of kits huddled around her, this was Sunpool. The great, great, great grand kit of the Owlcat. She had always wished to meet him, but her time was near done. Her blue eyes gazed slowly at the eager kits, even her own kits had come for the story. Longlegs, Rainmist, Woodworm, and Moonsnow sat with the energetic little kits, as they tried to control them. Sunpool's kind gaze gently silenced the young kits.
"I'm going to tell you a story my little kits" Sunpool's voice calmed them, but they all seemed excited that their favorite elder was going to tell a tale. "It's quite a long story, but I think you will be able to hear it"
"Mother, witch story is this one?" Asked Woodworm with curiosity in his voice, probably speaking all of their thoughts.
"I am telling a story none have heard from me, but I feel it is time to pass on this knowledge. I am telling the story of the Owlcat of Ancient!"
Every cat born had heard of the mighty cat but none had every lived long enough to have known him. But everyone knew that Sunpool had, had a special connection with her spirit cats. The Owlcat was regarded for his kind deeds and heart.
"I haven't heard this one! I would love to know about the Owlcat" meowed Longlegs excitedly
"My mommy says he was the wisest and most powerful cat ever!" piped up a small russet colored she-kit.
"I will tell you all, my little ones now let me think and talk, for my old memory takes time to think, but it al started with a prophecy. "
With that said the elderly she-cat began to tell the tale…
Prologue
The chilling breezes of leaf-bare sang their silent song as they weaved between the trees of Serpentclan. But the forest was unknown to the lone leader sitting at the base of the Owltree. It was a mystery to him, why he was here. But for some reason he felt there was a purpose to wait.
This was Maplestar, wise leader of the clan Serpentclan. His face was stern, but caring shone in his grey eyes. The quiet breeze ruffled his fur and he gave a small shiver. A booming laugh was heard, from the depths of the endless forest. He stood up quickly for one so old; the laughing continued but came closer.
A large wolf appeared almost out of nowhere. His black pelt blended soundly with the shadows that he hid in. This wolf was known for his cruelty to those smaller then him and his laughter. He always seemed to be in a good mood, but looks could be deceiving. This was Raggedstar the rouge.
Maplestar narrowed his eyes at Raggedstar with dislike; he had ended many animals' lives.
Raggedstar stopped laughing to look at his opponent, "Getting older, Maplestar?" he jeered "Can't take the cold?"
The leader growled.
The wolf's cheer vanished from sight as he went onto a more pressing matter. "I'm not here to stop in chat, old one. But to share something with you, important." He stalked over to the cat, and raised his head the give a sharp howl.
Maplestar flattened his ears back, but the howl was heard in the darkness. A Tawny Owl flew from its tree and swooped down onto the back of Raggedstar.
It was large with large round yellow eyes, and sharp piercing talons. It had its wings folded behind its back, but silver glittered on its feathers telling Maplestar this was no normal owl.
Raggedstar looked at the owl and turned to Maplestar "This is Dusk, watcher owl of the stars. I and he have come to tell you of a prophecy."
Raggedstar began:
The owl will find his spirit from within and master it
With the Hawk at his side, he will defeat many
But befriend others
The owl shall hunt down the evil from the forest
Destroy it always with the Hawk at his side
For the hawk brings him strength courage
He will defeat the greatest evil, but die an honorable death
With his hawk at his side
Raggedstar paused for a moment.
With cunning, an speed and caring
The owl shall be known
As one thing….a hero
Without another word they both disappeared, but in their place was an image of a small kit curled up near his mother, sleeping soundly. His rugged ginger fur stood out between his siblings darker pelts.
Maplestar looked in confusion but he awoke from his dream.
He looked around not sure were he was, but he remembered. He had decided to sleep away from the large camp to sleep under the stars by the river.
Maplestar could hear the fast following river rush by, a splash from a fish echoed in the silent night. Even the prey's foot steps seemed to call out. Maplestar stood, and thought hard and remembered the little kit next to its mother. An owl hooted overhead, making Maplestar return to earth.
With a prophecy put on his shoulders his slowly started to return to camp.