Five cats stood in the field. Each one shining in the clear black night. They looked unworldly with their star-lined pelts and their moon-like eyes. They we're talking quietly as the gentle trickle of a nearby creek blew past them.
"Moonpetal, you have to tell Violetstorm what is to happen," a Tom as black as the night spoke.
"I can't, Darknight. Not now," a white she-cat meowed, her silvery blue eyes shining with protest.
"Moonpetal, you must," a lilac she-cat told her, "or else WolfClan will fall."
"But Lilacdrop-" Moonpetal began to object, but she was cut off.
"Moonpetal, if you don't, then we will. Though, I do not believe they will listen to us," Lilacdrop moewed with a shake of her head.
Moonpetal bowed her head in defeat. "Beefang? Blazeflower?" she asked the two cats who had not spoken.
"Go, Moonpetal. WolfClan depends on it," meowed a golden tom with thick black stripes, earning a nod from the flame-colored she-cat beside him.
"Alright. I'll tell Violetstorm," mewed the white she-cat with a small sigh. She flicked her tail, the cats around her fading to nothing. A cold breeze cut through her fur, making her shiver. She looked around to find the WolfClan medicine cat standing by a frozen stream. A steady snowfall left tiny white flakes swirling and dancing around her.
"Violetstorm," she greeted the medicine cat, sitting down and curling her tail over her paws. The she-cat spun around instantly.
"Moonpetal?!" she exclaimed, her violet-tinted eyes glowing in confusion and worry.
"Four will spread and one will be alone. Paws will ache and death will spread like fire. You must trust that the spirit will protect," Moonpetal moewed gravely.
Violetstorm stared at her with fear and agony. "A prophecy? Now? A prophecy is the last thing we need right now! Three kits have been born and two warriors have been made!" the spotted light gray she-cat exclaimed.
"I know," Moonpetal told her solemnly, then recited the prophecy once more. "Four will expand and one will be alone. Paws will ache and death will spread like fire. You must trust that the spirit will protect." Then she faded from the medicine cat's view, appearing between Darknight and Lilacdrop once more to discuss matters unknown.
Violetstorm jolted awake, her fur bristling and her violet eyes wide. She immediately leapt up and ran to Swiftstar's den, passing the newest warriors who were sitting vigil as she went.
"Swiftstar!" she exclaimed as she pushed through the tangled roots of the sycamore tree that housed Swiftstar's den.
The gray she-cat looked up from her feather-lined moss nest, blinking sleep from her eyes. "What is it, Violetstorm?" she asked with a yawn.
"I have been sent a prophecy!" exclaimed the medicine cat, her fur fluffed up in fear and worry.
"Now? After Nettlewhiskers and Shadepool have been made warriors and the kits have been born?" questioned the leader, flicking her tail.
The light gray she-cat nodded, and Swiftsar frowned. "I told Moonpetal the same thing." the she-cat mewed, kneeding the soft ground with her paws.
"What did Moonpetal tell you?" demanded Swifstar.
"She told me that four will spread and one will be alone. Paws will ache and death will spread like fire. We must trust that the spirit will protect," answered Violetstorm with a shiver.
The leader stared at her blankly, deep in thought. After a few moments, she spoke, "I'll send out extra patrols and see if anything is going on in the territory and near the other Clan borders. If you hear anything else from StarClan, let me know immediately. You look exhausted. Go get some rest." The she-cat flicked her tail, and the medicine cat pushed herself out of the den. She stumbled back to her own, quiet nest and curled up. Swiftstar was right; she was exhausted. After staring at the wall for a while, the distressed Violetstorm fell into a restless sleep.
There! Chapter one is done! Hope you like it! The next chapter will be out once I describe the camp and territory. Bye!