Nightpaw padded through a strange forest, her ears pricked. Where was she? The forest path was illuminated by the moon that hung high in the night sky. She finally stopped at a clearing that broke the path off. Curious, Nightpaw stepped into the clearing. It was empty, except for a single flower that grew in the middle.
Upon closer inspection, Nightpaw noticed that it was a rose. Her eyes widened. It was completely black, and its thorns dripped with something red and warm. Was that...blood!?
Nightpaw backed away from the sickening display, only to watch as a ginger tom appeared across from her. His pelt was starry, and it glowed as he spoke.
"This is your destiny, young one. You don't have a choice. Everybody will always see you as just your destiny. Don't stray from the path laid out for you... accept it." He commanded, voice growing louder.
Nightpaw's ears folded against her head in a feeble attempt to block out the voice.
"No! It's not!" She screeched. "It can't be!"
Another voice rang across the clearing.
"There is an evil cat in ShadowClan. Her pelt is the color of the night."
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Nightpaw let out a yelp as she woke up from her nightmare. She breathed heavily, springing out of her nest, frantically making her way out of the apprentice's den. She sprinted across the clearing, silently entering the medicine den. Her eyes glowed in the darkness as she prodded Blazefur awake.
"Blazefur! " she hissed quietly.
The tom woke with a start, his eyelids drooping. "Wha-what? Whatta is it?"
She waited until he sat up, fully awake. Her tail lashed. Fear shone in her eyes. "Blazefur, I-" her voice cracked. "I had a dream from StarClan. There was a cat. He said... he said that I was evil. He said it was my destiny. I'm scared, Blazefur."
The medicine cat stared at her. She shivered as his strange eyes poured into her.
He turned around. "I recieved a prophecy about you. And then, I recieved a message that said you were evil. It looks like StarClan has the impression that there's a thorn in your heart." He snorted and turned around. "But our warrior ancestors aren't always right. And our destinies can be changed. It all depends on the heart of the cat. So what do you choose, Nightpaw? Do you choose Rosefeather's path? Or do you choose your own?"
Nightpaw swallowed the lump in her throat. "I... I choose to make my own path. To re-create my destiny."
Blazefur nodded. "It won't be easy. But I know a smart cat like you can do it. If you get any more dreams, come to me."
Nightpaw nodded, eyes wide with shock. Her mind was fuzzy. She shook out her pelt.
Blazefur signaled towards the camp entrance. "Go clear your head."
Without her consent, her paws were already carrying her out of camp. She felt a presence behind her, causing her to shiver. An owl's hoot filled the night air. Nightpaw heard a hiss behind her. She swung around, just to be pushed to the ground. She looked up to see a familar face staring down at her, fangs bared.
Dawnpaw's eyes shone with a burning rage. She dug her claws into Nightpaw's fur. The black she-cat let out a yelp.
A cold voice sounded behind her. "Very good, Dawnpaw. Just like that. Don't forgot the killing bite I taught you."
Rosefeather!?
The russet she-cat stepped out of the shadows, smirking down at Nightpaw. "Where's your StarClan now?"
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Colorful Doom
FanfictionMany seasons after the great battle, the Clans continue to thrive. However, traitors from within the Clans themselves began to draw out all trust between one another until all that was left was cold suspicion. And that, in the end, would be what des...
