Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
Prologue
"Hurry up" a dark gray tom called to his companions as the last of the sunlight was filtering through the dense foliage. Thrusting through the undergrowth he motioned for the rest of his group to stop.
"Whose there?" he demanded.
"Nobody, just Shrewpelt" an old brown tom sighed as he emerged from the bracken.
"Nobody?" the dark gray tom mewed suspiciously.
"You would be nobody too if you betrayed everyone you cared about!"the old tom snapped back with a maniacal glint in his eyes.
"Then why did you do it?" the dark gray tom asked cautiously.
"It's a story you wouldn't want to hear" Shrewpelt said.
"But we do" the dark gray tom leaned forward eagerly.
"Alright then" Shrewpelt settled down on a patch of grass. "Make yourself comfortable"
"Many moons ago…"
You're born, you live, you die. Great clans rise, flourish, and then fall. Tyrants seize power, have power, lose power. Destiny works in circles, everything eventually comes around. Nothing, no matter how great, will last forever.
"Is this the end?" a starry tortoiseshell she-cat spoke softly.
"Of the clans? No it can't be" a brown tom declared fiercely.
"But the circle, the circle of stars" the she-cat insisted.
"So?"
"The night when the clans were founded, four stars that outshone the rest appeared in the skies" she gestured to four very faint stars were shining. "The moons before the birth of the three, three stars also appeared" she then pointed at three more faint stars. "Now a circle of five stars appear" she finally turned to gaze at five bright stars.
"That proves nothing! Nothing at all!" the tom snarled.
"It's already starting. The clans are slowly turning away from StarClan and we're letting them!" her voice rose.
"Maybe it's for the better" the tom stood up to leave "but it isn't the end of the world".
"How could you say that!" she screeched after him "Remember nothing lasts forever!"
"We've tried to help, but we weren't able to stop the battles and the deaths. Face it, StarClan's powerless!" he yowled back before vanishing behind a hill.
You're born, you live, you die. Great clans rise, flourish, and then fall. Tyrants seize power, have power, lose power. Destiny works in circles, everything eventually comes around. Nothing, no matter how great, will last forever.