Cloversong's Challenge (rewrite)

Prologue - Frostedpaw

The ThunderClan camp was quiet, the sun had set a while ago, but Frostedpaw remained just outside of camp. The night sky was dark, grayed by the last of the sunlight that still shone below the horizon. Stars glittered in the endless sky, the moon half full and shining brightly. An owl hooted nearby, scaring him a little.The rain that had fallen while the sun was still up stuck in his fur and made him plenty less than comfortable, but he remained in his place. Sparrowlight had to show up soon.

After a few moments, just as he had hoped, the quick-footed, sly-faced Deputy made her appearance out from the Warriors' den across camp. Her dust-brown fur looking more like gray in the half-moon light. The aforementioned light shone on her amber eyes in a seemingly foreboding way. For being Frostedpaw's mentor and only true help, she didn't seem the most trustworthy.

"Frostedpaw, there you are." She whispered as she stepped up to him, "I suppose you heard what Heatherstone said?" she spoke up the Medicine Cat in a spiteful voice Frostedpaw didn't understand. What he did understand, however, what what she meant.

"Of course, Sparrowlight. A prophecy." He told her.

He understood what was told at both the Gathering and what Heatherstone revealed. He was only a kit three moons ago, but he was ecstatic to learn there would be something important while he was alive. Three moons ago, a prophecy was given to two Medicine Cats: Heatherstone of ThunderClan and Lionwhisker of WindClan. The prophecy told of, as Frostedpaw assumed, four cats who will show the Clans peace. Frostedpaw had taken it to mean this would affect ThunderClan. It has to, is what he'd always told himself. It's what always happens.

"A . . . promising cat made an appearance in WindClan. Two days ago." Sparrowlight mentioned. Frostedpaw looked up in a surprised manner, somewhat disappointed. It's always ThunderClan. It has to. Sparrowlight continued on anyway, ignoring Frostedpaw's action. "Lionwhisker has confirmed what they all believed. This prophecy deals with WindClan, much to our-- your disappointment. I should tell you know, though, that ThunderClan's part in this is, according to Lemonstar, unknown."

"Then why?" he started making his opinion known. "Getting our hopes up was something StarClan has never done. They can't just decide to mess this up for excited apprentices like this."

"Now, Frostedpaw, you shouldn't really act like this. ThunderClan has a part to play."

Frostedpaw looked up at his mentor, confused.

"You've the blood of so many important cats in you. You should be able to make it known."

"Make what known?"

"That ThunderClan does, indeed, have a part to play! StarClan doesn't just tell kittypets that the Clans are in danger, do they? They tell whoever needs to know. And they told Heatherstone."

Frostedpaw finally understood. "Teach me, then! How do I return ThunderClan to glory?"

"Let's start with something simple, Frostedpaw. At least, we'll start when you know what you're doing."

"Know what I'm doing?"

"Exactly. You're still an apprentice, and I'm still your mentor. Now, you need sleep. I'll see you in the morning to train. I believe Hiddenpaw will love to see you." He joked about Hiddenpaw a lot. Hiddenpaw almost obviously liked him, and Frostedpaw had no real opinions about her despite. "Besides, you've been an apprentice only a Moon. Get some sleep."

(This chapter is very short. It's really hard to drag scenes out 1,000 words when you have no clue how to add to an idea. Thank you so much for dealing with rewriting an absolute fail and for reading the prologue of my favorite idea, no matter how horribly written this may end up.)