Chapter Text
A dark figure sat on the overhang of the barn, the moons gloomy light making his fur depict a blue glow. He gazed upon the small farms features, seeing everything, taking every detail in. He scented the air, he could detect one other cat among the warriors in the barn. Her scent was unmistakable, he turned and saw a black and white cat. Her fur glowed brilliantly, yet the leader knew it wasn't from the moon.
He looked at her quietly, she made no response just gazing at the sky. He slowly followed her gaze. His fur stuck up slightly at the sight, every star in the brilliant night sky. Vanished. Even the stars representing his nine lives. He heard her speak, but her mouth never moved. Her voice thick with emotion "The stars can't protect you anymore..I'm sorry"
His fur stuck up, his eyes filled with fear for the first time since he'd lived here. "Whitestar, what do you mean..?" As he turned to speak to her, she vanished completely. He immediately ran down the barns stairs, rushing to the warriors den. He shook his son, greystorm. The cat whined but ran up for his turn for lookout. He was glad he didn't ask questions.
He immediately set off, his feet taking him to where he knew he needed to go. He wanted to visit starclan, he wanted to think this was a dream. He ran to the moonpool, a sacred place where death and life could interact.
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He came to the moonpool, his paws trembling from the run here. He re-opened a wound in his leg on accident on the way here. Not important. He sighed and entered, getting hit with a wave of cold from the rocky hollow. He breathed in and took a step. His paws stung from how cold it was. He gazed down at the bright pool of water, he crouched down, closing his eyes and entering starclan.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the fields of starclan. Empty. He looked down, being greeted with the dark river. He looked up, panic immediately seeping in when he realized he was in the dark forest. His head was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Hes a warrior, he cant be scared!
He could feel a whirlwind of cats around him but saw nothing. They were all saying a cacophony on words. But one thing could be picked out. A prophecy.
"When two lights collide, a star is made. But stars are unstable, they bring bloodshed."
(Sorry that this was short)