Warrior Cats: Sky of Storms

Chapter 1

The sunlight slowly drifted away as the clouds formed above. A cold gust of wind swept over the kit, and she shivered in cold despair.

She howled loudly, wishing she was in the soft Nursery, listening to her mother's gentle, steady breaths. The large river rushed underneath her paws, and she clutched the unsteady stone.

The river could pull the kit away at any moment, and the kit had to choose which way to go. She pictured her home, tall trees, bushes bristling with prey. And the camp, the soft nursery, and the imposing rock where the leader (Who was the leader again?) spoke to their clan.

Suddenly, a big gust of wind swept a large wave over the kit. She yelped in fear as the water washed over her, and she looked up to see big dark clouds raining down water, as the river lapped over her head and she went under.

The kit thrashed furiously, but her strength was giving out quickly, and the cold water was enough to paralyze her. Everything was dark, only a small glimmer of light came from the flashes of light in the sky

The kit gave out a scream of terror and she couldn't even hear it as the water rushed by her. Sticks and branches slammed into her and the kit gulped a great deal of dirty river water.

She felt herself being pulled, and when she finally emerged out of the water, there were dark walls around her, too tall to climb. The kit looked around desperately, but it was too dark to see much else.

Her claws scraped uselessly against the smooth walls and she tried pushing her back legs to jump up onto a ledge, but she couldn't muster the strength.

The kit squealed, and her shout echoed off the mud walls, and suddenly, a sharp branch jammed into her side.

The kit took the opportunity and lashed her claws out, hooking them on a deep groove in the root. She pulled herself up onto the branch, gasping for air. climbed on top of the branch, and noticed that the branch was a root from a tree on top of the wall. It was big, big enough to climb up.

But the kit didn't think she had the energy. Her muscles were sore and tired, and her claws felt weak as she gripped the branch. The kit tried to open her eyes and scoot closer to the mud wall, but then something sharp and painful jabbed her on the back of her head and the kit yowled.

She gasped for air, and she closed her eyes just as something grabbed the scruff of her neck, but the kit was too tired to react.

The kit fell into an anxious sleep, and her last weak movement was a purr of relief.

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Soft beams of sunshine woke up the kit from her deep slumber, and almost immediately, she felt a sharp pain in her head again.

The kit opened her eyes, her head still reeling. She tried to recall what had happened to her, but everything seemed fuzzy. There was a blank space where her thoughts and memories were supposed to be, and she felt like a p that had been stepped on too many times.

The kit lifted her head, wincing, and looked around. She was not in a place she recognized. She was in a small clearing, and it smelled very strongly of herbs that made the kit's nose wrinkle. The walls were chiseled tan stone that was shaped like a dome, and at the back of a clearing was a large, round rock with what looked like wet plants. The entrance where the sun was shining was lined with hanging moss, and the kit realized for the first time that she was lying on a large piece of moss and leaves that was oddly comfy.

There was a small opening next to the kit where two cats were busily making some sort of medicine with all the herbs. The kit recognized that all the smells were coming from the cave.

The kit tilted her head and said, "Hello?" Her voice was rough and scratchy and it made her head throb more.

The two cats whipped around and walked into the light. One cat was a lot older and looked at the kit in wonder. His fur was a dull brown that matched the dirt, and his fur looked matted as if he hadn't slept in days.

The second cat, a sleek, long she-cat, stared at the kit with awestruck suspicion. She had long ginger hair with little details of white. Unlike the first cat, this one was incredibly groomed, but same as the first, looked incredibly tired.

"She's awake." Whispered the second cat. The first cat stepped forward and stood in front of the kit. His eyes were filled with sorrow and happiness.

"I can't believe it." Said the first cat. "It's a miracle from StarClan."

"What?" The kit's voice squeaked embarrassingly and she tried again. "What? Who are you? Where am I?"

The second cat stepped forward and said, "My name is Mothwing, and this is my mentor, Mudfur."

Mothwing flicked her tail pleasantly, and she exchanged a look with Mudfur. The tabby narrowed her eyes at Mudfur and turned her despiteful gaze to the kit. Mothwing whipped around and ran out of the cave into the bright sunlight.

"Do you have a name?" Mudfur asked for the kit.

Before she could respond, three cats jumped into the den and stopped before the kit, their eyes as awestruck as Mudfurs.

"She is awake." Said a pale blue she-cat. The other two were a black slender tom and a gray queen. The blue she-cat bowed her head to the kit and said, "I am Mistystar, leader of RiverClan. This is my deputy, Reedwhisker." Mistystar flicked her tail at the black tom. "And our queen, Dawnflower."

Mistystar paused for a moment and then turned to Mudfur. "Now that she is awake, may we question her?"

Mudufr looked at the kit and said, "Mistystar, may I talk to you alone?"

The two cats entered the herb room and started talking in low voices. The kit narrowed her eyes at everyone and stood up. She wobbled slightly and Dawnflower rushed up to support her before she fell over.

"Thanks." She whispered breathlessly. "Where are we?"

Reedwhisker, Mistystar's deputy, stepped forward, inspecting the kit. "You are in the Medicine den." He said. "Of RiverClan."

"RiverClan?" The kit unsheathed her claws and purred nervously. "What's that?"

No cat answered her. They just stared, and luckily Mistystar and Mudfur came over. Mothwing flicked her tail, looking apprehensive.

"Do you know where you're from?" Mudfur asked carefully, stopping right in front of the kit's nose.

"I-" She paused and sat down, trying to dig deeper into her blank mind. She tried thinking of a place that she would call home, a place where she lived and where her mother and father lived, but nothing came to mind. Just a blank space. "I don't know."

"Do you remember your father or mother?" Mistystar asked.

"No." She replied again. The kit noticed that every cat in the room had fur bristling and was nervous.

"Did you have any siblings?"

"I told you I don't know." The kit was starting to get annoyed.

"Do you remember your name?" Mothwing impatiently asked.

Then the kit started to yowl in confusion and annoyance and sadness. "I told you I don't know! I can't remember anything!"

She stopped, breathing deeply. "I don't even know who I am."