Warriors : Chosen

Chosen

All Duckpool had ever wanted to be was an ordinary Riverclan warrior. She had never wanted to be leader, or the medicine cat, nor the strongest and most brave. She wanted to have a normal life, never in the spotlight, no one depending on her for survival. She wanted to hunt and return without being swarmed by fans. A quiet life.

Well, apparently Starclan didn't hear her wish.

" All cats old enough to swim, gather here beneath the Leader's log!" Duckpool walked into the clearing as Stagstar began his annoucement, her jaws gripping a fat moorhen. Puzzled, she walked over to join the throng at the base of the log. She squeezed in between Herontail and Pikefin.

" I am afraid that I have some very bad news to share with you all," He paused. " Starclan has declared that great trouble will come to the clan, and there is next to nothing we can do about it. It will come like the spring floods, unstoppable and unforgiving, and knock the clan to its knees." Wails and shrieks of terror rose from the cats. Duckpool stared around eyes wide with fear. What was the danger? When will it come? We're all going to die! and similiar thoughts were darting through her brain like startled fish. Then Stagstar signaled for silence. It took awhile.

"But cats of Riverclan, do not fear!" He said at the top of his voice. "Starclan also prophesized a great Riverclan warrior will come, and stop the danger in its tracks! It is clear this warrior has hidden amazing skills that it will use to save us all." He paused. He was a cat that liked dramatic effects. " Duckpool is the chosen cat! She is prophesized to help us in our great moment of need. Duckpool, please see me in my den soon. Thanks." He slid down the log  and vanished into the darkness of his den. Duckpool's moorhen fell to the ground as she opened her jaws in dismay as everything she took for granted about her life ground... to... a... stop.