Flames & Shadows

Prologue

Hi, everyone!

It's been far too long since I last posted anything.

I've been messing around with the idea of doing an oc Warrior Cats series and I'm pretty happy with what I have here to start with.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the Warrior Cats book series. The series rightfully belongs to the Erins.

Anyways, enjoy the first chapter of this fan series!

~~==OOXOO==~~

The chilly wind cut through the silver tabby's long fur as she stood on the Highrock to address her Clan.

“Cats of Thunderclan,” she began, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth. “We have all heard of the legends of this Clan — Firestar, Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, among many others. But now, I do not know how long it will be before Thunderclan falls prey to what had been coming for it. I fear that there is nothing each of us can do.”

“What do you mean?” a dark gray tom demands.

“What trouble is coming, Featherstar?”

The leader looks at her trusted deputy. “Thunderclan will soon be scattered, Cinderfrost. Smallflame and Pinetooth have been given visions by Starclan.”

Murmurs of shock and despair sweep through the crowd of cats.

“What will we do?” a large black tom asks from the front of the group.

Featherstar looks at him. “I … I do not know Ravenstorm. I wish I could give you all some answers, but Starclan have hid themselves from both myself and our dear medicine cats.”

“How long do we have?” Cinderfrost asks.

“Several moons still,” a small ginger tabby tom — Smallflame — replies, pacing forward to stand below the Highrock. “Starclan has warned me that we have at least two seasons before this omen happens.”

“What should we do to prepare for that?”

Featherstar looks down at the cat who spoke — a young brown tom with white paws. “We will continue to care for the needs of the Clan, Weaselpaw.” She looks at the gathered cats. “All of us.”

Some yowl their approval while others murmur in agreement, but some still show uneasiness.

Cinderfrost steps forward next to her leader, dipping her head for permission to speak. Featherstar dips her head in understanding and steps back to let her deputy rally the Clan.

“We are Thunderclan. Some of you are even descendants of Firestar and Bramblestar, two of the greatest leaders we have ever had. And Thunderclan cats don’t go down without a fight.”

The Clan cats all yowl in agreement.

Featherstar steps forward once again. “Cinderfrost speaks with a heart full of wisdom beyond her seasons of life. Many of you are descendants of Firestar and Bramblestar, including myself. Our Clan must not die. And I will do everything in my paws to ensure that Thunderclan remains to fight another day. The Clan meeting is dismissed.” She beckons Cinderfrost to follow her as she enters her den, her deputy trailing behind her as the Clan disperses.

Cinderfrost sits down in front of her leader, her eyes sorrowful. “Thunderclan will die, won’t it?”

Featherstar sighs and sits down, curling her fluffy tail around her body. “What else could I say to them? You know as well as I do that we cannot save our Clan.”