Here is the prologue guys! I hope you like it! It's a bit vague, just to throw you off xD For all my readers who are wondering, I revised it a bit to introduce the prophecy. I realized that it wasn't that good, and I didn't want to leave you guys in the dark like that :) Chapter one comin' up today!
Continuing!
Prologue
A small, slender gray she-cat gazed into a pool intently, blue eyes searching for answers. Above her, the stars twinkled in the night sky, shining brightly. The moon was full and smiled down upon the little clearing.
All around her, the forest was green and lush, filled with the sounds of life. The breeze was cool and sweet, and prey rustled in the undergrowth. Leaves danced in the wind, and all around there was the promise of security and comfort.
The she-cat heaved a sigh, eyes filled with dark sadness. Another cat, a tom, slipped from the shadows soundlessly. His amber eyes glinted wisely and his strong muscles rippled under his gray fur.
"Streampelt?" he murmured, coming to sit just beside her. The she-cat neither turned her head nor flicked her tail in acknowledgment. She sat, stone still, gazing into the distance. They sat in silence for a few eternal moments.
"It is happening," Streampelt finally mewed, eyes filled with fear. The tom sighed heavily, glancing at the pool.
"We knew it would," he responded gently, looking at the she-cat worriedly. Streampelt shook her head impatiently.
"Yes, but so soon, Stonepelt? The kits were just born five moons ago. Already, she has killed many. And this time, our hope does not lie with an inexperienced apprentice, but with two kits! Kits, Stonepelt! And one of them may not even become a warrior!" Streampelt stood and began to pace furiously, tail tip twitching. Stonepelt gazed at her calmly.
"They will fulfill their destiny. Do not forget, they are the offspring of Ravenwing, fulfiller of the prophecy. Relax, Streampelt. You must trust them," Stonepelt meowed, keeping his gaze locked on the gray she-cat. Streampelt stopped pacing, tail drooping.
"I know, I know. It's just…hard, I guess. But your right. I must trust them," she muttered, straightening up, pricking her ears. Suddenly, another she-cat joined them. She had dark red fur and dark green eyes, which glowed softly in the bright moonlight. Streampelt dipped her head.
"Robin," she mewed. Robin dipped her head in return.
"Stonepelt is right. If I know my sister, these kits will grow to be the greatest warriors the clans have ever seen," she meowed, voice soft and smooth as honey. Both cats nodded. Streampelt glanced once more into the pool.
"For the clans' sakes, I hope you two are right. I really do," she whispered, ears flat. She closed her eyes as her paws began to shimmer. When she spoke again, her voice was filled with a strange power.
"The feather shall tip the balance of good and evil. Shadows will come from where they lurk. Roses shall blossom, thorns will sharpen, and the clans will be plunged into darkness once more. Only two can survive," Streampelt murmured, eyes still closed.
The three cats sat in solemn silence as birds sang above them and their paradise went on, undisturbed.