Yay! New story I might not finish for years! Okay, so here's the Plan, Basically, Plain Old Warriors FanFiction is Boring. Yawn. Scan down the list and you see the same thing. Cat, Prophecy, what is this Cat lives blah blah. All the actual Stories and how they are written are mostly excellent, but it is the Plot which bores my mind. It's always the same thing. SO here is my attempt at Spicing up my Warriors FanFiction: Element Bending! Yay for Elements! I have a recent obsession with Element Bending-animals... So here's the Prologue for everyone... this A/N has gone on too long...
Prologue
"Stormwhisker! Come inside and help me!" Came an impatient yowl from inside the abandoned badger den. A growl of answer came from the grey tabby tom that was fighting against the vicious wind.
"Don't you think," panted the tom, Stormwhisker, his words being swallowed by the wind, "I would be in there already... if I could?" The tom grumbled. He bunched his hunches up and powered forward, pushing through the wind and hurtling into the den, collapsing in a heap by the feet of an unimpressed golden she-cat. She narrowed her eyes and sighed.
"What took you so long?" She asked irritably before turning back to the calico queen that lay on the moss-littered floor panting with her eyes squeezed shut with effort and concentration.
"Can't you hear the wind?" Snapped Stormwhisker, flicking his tail at the she-cat's accusation. "I was lucky to get in here without being blown into a tree, thank you Honeyblossom." Her sweet-sounding name was deceiving; the Medicine Cat had a sharp tongue and a menacing stare. Honeyblossom scoffed, rolling her eyes at the tom. "There aren't many trees on the Moors, Stormwhisker, and there are certainly none near our Camp. Come on, Dapplefeather, keep pushing!" She sneered before giving all her attention to the birthing Queen. Stormwhisker trotted over to sit beside his mate's head, licking her ear comfortingly, ignoring the bitter look form Honeyblossom.
"Congratulations, Dapplefeather! You gave birth to three healthy Kits!" Honeyblossom announced, a her eyes lighting up slightly, breaking her usual emotionless glare. She looked down at the three kits that were now suckling. One was a grey tabby she-cat, another was a grey Tom with white splotches, and the last Kit was a pretty calico She-cat like her mother. Stormwhisker dipped his head to Honeyblossom in Thanks and then licked the top of Dapplewhisker's head in pride. The Medicine Cat nodded back curtly before beginning to leave.
"They are all so beautiful," he cooed, "One of them looks just like you! What shall we name them?" The tired Queen gave a weary mutter of 'I don't know' before closing her eyes and instantly falling asleep. Stormwhisker gave a small sigh before settling down next to her. He looked up at the entrance to see Honeyblossom standing there, dripping wet. She trudged back into the Hollow, her expression grim.
"It is pouring with rain out there. The Warriors are trying to salvage the Fresh-Kill pile. I was only out there for a short period but I'm already soaked." She grumbled, laying down a few tail-lengths away, water dripping off her whiskers, her fur plastered to her body. "And the wind's worse than ever. I was practically blown off my paws. I do hope this doesn't continue. I don't really want to be sleeping with you pair of lovers." She muttered, half to herself. Stormwhisker shook his head in amusment before turning back to his mate and kits, trying to think of names. Honeyblossom watched the den entrance, already bored. She tried to lick some of the water of her fur, but she was so wet it made no difference. She yawned. Suddenly her eyes hazed over and a voice echoed in her ears.
"A gust of Wind shall pass over the Lake and its Moors,
To put its powers in a chosen cat's paws.
A cat that will always seem so normal,
Is truly holding a dangerous secret
That could kill your Clan or save it."
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. This Prophecy made no sense at all. What power? A gust of wind? She began to wonder if it was just her imagination; she could usually get a faint idea of what a Prophecy was implying. This made no sense whatsoever. She pricked her ears when she heard the soft voice of Dapplefeather, who had woken up after her short nap.
"Gustkit. We'll call the calico one Gustkit." She murmured. Honeyblossom didn't hear the rest. Her eyes were wide and she was staring at the tiny kit. I'll keep a close eye on her... she thought.
"And the grey she-cat Cinderkit. And the grey and white tom... Cloudkit." Stormwhisker finished, and the two purred in pride. At this point the Medicine Cat looked away lost in thought. She was more worried than she'd ever been about a Prophecy.
It's quite short I know. I am determined to give much longer Chapters this time. The Chapters in Raging Blizzard were pathetically short! Well, please Review etc. I really do appreciate them and I promise to do my best to reply :).