Prologue
The river twinkled under the moonlight, its surface shining like silver as it flowed between its reeds. Above, the sky long and wide, stars twinkling like tiny lights in the sky. The night sky was calm, but something very important was about to happen. Inside the RiverClan nursery, a tiny kit is about to be born. In the RiverClan nursery, a tiny kit moving around in his sleep. His moon-blue fur caught the soft light of the stars.
On his face, a cloud-shaped mark, put on his right eye, and a thunderbolt mark stood out inside his left eye. The marks on his pelt and in his eyes glue vaguely like StarClan did it themselves. Far above, in the midnight sky glowing with stars, StarClan warriors standing together. "He is born," said a gray tabby tom, his voice full of destiny and wisdom.
A she-cat fur that reflected the sky a little stepped forward. "I have chosen him," she said softly. "I gave him these marks as a sign that hopefully the clans will see. We gave him great powers and a big job." Another cat, her voice quiet, yet serious says: "When shadows and light collide, the storms must rise. One heart to guide the Clans, one spark to command the skies. A star shall be sent from the sky."
Down below, Ripplekit was snug in his moss bed, as though he felt like he could hear words. A breeze swept through the reeds, his fur carrying a silent blessing from StarClan.
Author's Note: Don't think this is cringe ] ] ]!
Editor's Note: bruh