(X)(UP) Silver Nightfall

[silverfog]

Title: Silver Nightfall
Author: Me
Chapters: No idea!
Pairing: Some, but you won't know who I'm talking about.
Summary: Long after the Clans settle in their new homes, a prophecy is made to RiverClan; A silver star will rise as darkness falls on the forest, and the heavens will break apart, leaving no cat or Clan the same. The silver will fall to darkness and power, leaving forever. It's written in the point of view of Silverfog, a RiverClan warrior.

Prologue:
The cats of StarClan gathered around a silver pool. For the first time in living, or deathly, memory, there was soft hissing. "It's always ThunderClan who gets to save the forest, defeat BloodClan, and so on!" argued a golden-spotted queen. "RiverClan needs a turn." A huge white tom with black paws nodded. "No, it should be ShadowClan! We're always the outcasts; give us a chance to prove our loyalty and strength!" A fiery red tom hissed. "It's not always easy having to save all the Clans! It's not our fault StarClan favored us. In those times, anyway..." A dark brown tom looked at him curiously. "Firestar, what do you mean?" His questioning and the arguing abruptly stopped when a grey flat-faced queen hissed, "Listen! The prophecy the stars predicted is for RiverClan, but all the Clans will have a dark part to play. Some stronger than others... Listen!" She rasped softly, " A silver star will rise as darkness falls on the forest, and the heavens will break apart, leaving no cat the same. The silver will fall to darkness and power, leaving forever." The StarClan cats shook their heads, but didn't argue. Yellowfang was too well respected. "So will it be."

As the StarClan cats argue, a huge brown tabby rumbled with satisfaction, looking in to a pool similar to the Clans' Moonpool. "Soon, I will be reborn, and I will have my revenge on StarClan and ThunderClan.... And that same silver cat will help me. The image in his pool changed from StarClan's council to RiverClan's warrior den. He looked at a lithe silevr tabby, who, sensing his watch, rolled over and opened her eyes warily, but he was long protected from them. She closed her eyes once more, as he renewed his vigil, waiting for a queen.

[Snowstep]

good start! keep writing!

remember, it'll get accepted once it has over 5 chapters, and THEN i'll count it for points. XP have fun!


~Kat (i'll delete this post later)

[silverfog]

Chapter 1
The cold light of dawn woke me from my deep slumber. As I stood, stretching, I realized that my dreams had, once again, woken me. In front of me stood a lithe spotted shape. “Who are you?” I asked calmly. Perhaps I was only a young warrior, but I had seen StarClan before, though it had simply been a brief image of a huge tabby warrior, purring in satisfaction. She purred softly, “I am Spottedleaf…” I had certainly heard of the former ThunderClan medicine cat; she was famous, even to RiverClan warriors. “Why are you here with me?” I thought she appeared only to guide her apparent lover, the great Firestar, or to medicine cats in need, and only to ThunderClan. She shook her head sadly. “Because a prophecy has been made to RiverClan, and StarClan decided you needed a guide.” I was surprised, though I tried not to show it. “Am I, then, a central member of the prophecy?” I hoped not. I had heard too much trouble about prophecies in the past from elders to want to be involved in one. Spottedleaf’s faint shape was fading into the shadows of the hollow. “Ask Crystalclaw… We will meet again soon, young one.” She disappeared, leaving me swathed in darkness and brambles.
A sharp claw poked me in the side. I opened one eye to see Firecloud, our Clan deputy, beside me. “You’re on dawn patrol, mouse-brain! Don’t you remember?” Just to tease him, I rose slowly, stretching every inch before leaving the den. Firecloud had a tendency to exaggerate. “Whom am I going with?” I asked as I grabbed a small finch from the fresh-kill pile. “Me and Froststorm,” he meowed. I hissed silently. Froststorm was definitely the most obnoxious queen in all the Clans. She never failed to remind me of my BloodClan father in the nastiest ways as possible. Firecloud must have noticed my expression, because he growled quietly, “No arguing. We’re patrolling the ShadowClan border; Poolpaw reported that while he was gathering juniper, he saw some ShadowClanners trying to fish. We have to figure out what they’re doing.” I nodded, eating my finch, and wondering how best to approach Crystalclaw, our grumpy medicine cat. She was wise, but didn’t appreciate interruptions unless you were actually ill.
As we headed out of the RiverClan camp, I saw Froststorm bound over beside us, licking her lips. “So, where are we patrolling?” She asked brightly. I ground my teeth. She was so… annoying! Firecloud motioned with his fluffy tail. “Towards ShadowClan,” he replied. “Poolpaw saw them stealing fish, so we have to go have a talk with them. First, though, we’ll patrol a little bit.” We padded silently towards the clear river, as I scent something rotten, almost crow-food, but sweeter somehow. “Can you smell that?” I stop and try to figure out from which direction it comes. Froststorm wrinkled her nose. “Yes, it smells awful! Has BloodClan suddenly moved in?” I ignored her jibe, facing towards the north wind; leaf-bare’s coming… A wave of the stench fell in my nose, and I shook my head, trying to clear it. Suddenly, a cat jumped out of the small grove of trees, bringing the strange stench with him. I recognised him as being a ShadowClan warrior whom I’ve seen at Gatherings; Rustspots. “Help us!” he panted, falling to the ground. I could see huge lacerations running down his side, but that doesn’t explain the smell... “WindClan is attacking our camp!”