Silver shadows danced around a gleaming star-filled lake. Sitting at the North of the lake was the wise Pinestar, former leader of LakeClan. His head was bowed, as if meeting a superior, but his tail was held high, giving him an odd disposition. His eyes were as bright as the Stars that simmered on his pelt. He placed a glittering paw forward into the pool, and instead of falling into its depths; Pinestar's paw touched the surface of water as if it was land.
He continued to pad out onto the water, until stopping in the middle and lapping up some of the smooth water.
Suddenly, he fell into the water with a loud "Splash!". The figures around the Lake moved faster, before they became nothing but a blur. Whispers hurried among them, fast as the wind carried news.
Then, as quickly as the great leader had fallen, he arose. Each pawstep sent a ripple across the water, as his perfectly dry pelt was left as it was before. The figures stopped moving, and as Pinestar reached the pool's bank his eyes returned to their normal brown state.
Pinestar turned to face the immensely large group of cats that watched him ever so intently.
"Cats of Starclan! I bring grave news that will affect the cats of every Clan. A terrible prophecy has come. Whether you are of PrairieClan, LakeClan, StoneClan or MarshClan, your fate is now sealed. Few cats will survive. This my friends, is The Coming Of The Storm!"
((Okay, maybe if I get a decent amount of reviews I'll make a sequel. But I made this a year ago, my inspiration has kinda left. Like I said, though, I'll think about it.))