Silence {Warriors Fanfiction}

{𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞}

A/N

Randomly decided to rewrite this, because I can. Hahhahahaha also because I like ✨procrastinating✨ on things I'm supposed to work on. Thank yew, @Spiritsx , for giving me the reminder that I'm actually not inactive...yet. Maybe this will give me something to prove my non-inactiveness on. Maybe I will, in fact, make an allegiance. Tell me if you still want to read the old version.

"Nobody believes in them anymore. The old are gone. They have turned into a new type of evil. StarClan, will and has already, fallen."

Paws skidding to a stop, she let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Lilystep looked, whimsical, at the empty clearing. A single sliver of moonlight shone through the thick folds of the canopy. Had she risked all of this- sneaking through the dirtplace, evading one of the senior ThunderClan warrior's watchful eyes, running all this way to here, way outside of Clan territory- for nothing. Was she- was she too late?

No. Stupid cat. It's just the darkness. They will come, in their own time. They said so. Do not let doubts become the reality. She said to herself. Lilystep arched her back, stretching. This was her territory, she reminded herself. She had chosen this place, this time- although they could only appear at nighttime, anyway- without a single thought at their latest meeting.

After all, with that jet black pelt, trained night vision and those velvety, padded paws fit for a ShadowClan, letting hardly a sound escape, who can deny that she belonged in the dark? There was a faint rustle. She looked around hopefully, green eyes appearing to glow in the low light. There was a touch of fear on her scent, what if it wasn't them, what if it was an enemy cat? Her whiskers twitched.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Of course it is going to be them. No puny River, Shadow, Wind or SkyClan cat will be out here, at this ungodly time. She forced her bristling pelt to flatten and unclenched her jaw- merely muscle memory from her young apprentice days. Oh, how old she was becoming! Lilystep mused. Not experienced enough to become a senior warrior, but certainly ready for an apprentice of her own.

She wasn't sure how long passed, but she was sure that it was definitely long enough for doubt to creep in, silent and shadow-like, hard to spot and stop. Honestly, Lilystep. You're better than that. Come on! Hop up, they'll be here soon. She felt obliged to listen to that voice, so certain and motherly. It was definitely not her mother's grouchy, snarky remarks in her head. No, Goldentuft would never.

Daughter of a kittypet, she would say. Kit to a runaway father, she would say. A disappointment that was too alike to ShadowClan cats, fit to be worse at battle fighting than a medicine cat. Well, mother, I proved you wrong, didn't I? And in the end, you still turned to the twolegs. After all, you were the one who fell in love with a kittypet. Also, guess what? I'm doing something much more important, for StarClan.

Satisfied, Lilystep sat back on her haunches. She had one of those little arguments with her long gone mother most days now, sometimes losing, usually winning. Of course, she preferred that motherly voice much more. Now, to the matter on hand (paw). Where were they? She spied clouds, steadily making their way over to the waning crescent of a moon. It wasn't much, but it was their last chance.

Then, as the first cloud approached the moon, there was a shimmer. It wasn't a trick of the moonlight or shadows. It was something forming. Lilystep bit back what would've been a delighted yowl. Cats! The first one stumbled out of the shaft of moonlight. The next surprising thing was how frail and fragile she was. StarClan cats were supposed to be in a place where age nor pain could reach them.

It was horribly nauseating to see how they limped and staggered out, a raggedy bunch. She touched noses with each of them, elders who knew more and have experienced more than her, to show respect. Her gaze travelled over each of them, heart sagging as she looked at each of them.
"No... No." She whispered. "At least half of you have disappeared since last time, and you are all weaker, older. How could that be? The stars are supposed to be a source of strength provided to you, to fill you up with a bound that even the liveliest kit cannot achieve. They've...failed."