It was a beautiful starry night for the clans at the Gathering. Everything was peaceful. Even SkyClan came. The full moon was shining bright, and the chatter was tremendous.
One moment, the ThunderClan leader walked up to his medicine cat, who seemed a bit odd while she stared up into the night sky. "Runningpelt," he mewed, "is everything alright?"
"Yes, Stormstar," replied Runningpelt with a stutter. "Everything's peachy."
"Are you sure?" asked Stormstar. "No I'm not..." sighed Runningpelt. "I just received a prophecy from StarClan themselves."
"A prophecy?" asked Stormstar. "What does it say?"
"It said: Five cats, one from each clan, will go on a journey of self-discovery. They will find a sixth, lost and unsure, and help this clan find their own way home."
"Sixth? There's a sixth clan?" asked Stormstar, puzzled. "Yes. Apparently it lies beyond the forest, beyond Twolegplace, beyond the moor, rivers, swamps, mountains and trees."
"What could lie beyond all that?" asked Stormstar. "I don't know. I've heard rumors about how there's snow." Runningpelt shook her head sadly. "I don't know anything."
"We'll just have to wait and see,"
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Warriors: Lost
FanfictionFive cats. Five clans. One family. This is the story of five cats from each clan (including SkyClan) who are taken away from their camp only to discover that they're in unfamiliar territory. What happens when a lost clan is in the snow and they meet...
