Warriors : Chosen

Starclan's Greetings

Duckpool stared, her words stuck in her throat. She was in a clearing beside a small pond that was surrounded by woodland. The cat gave an amused purr and continued,

" I hear your been having trouble with the prophecy?" He said, prompting her. Duckpool swallowed.

" Maybe. Who are you?" She meowed. The starclan cat stood up and walked over to stop a tail-length from her.

" My name is Darkpatch, and I am one  of the cats from which the prophecy came from. Duckpool, I know that you have never wished to be special, but it is necesscary, unless you want your clan to-"

" Die." Mewed a charcoal-grey she-cat as she thrust through the undergrowth. Duckpool flinched. The she-cat's narrowed eyes were a gleaming yellow and cold to the core. The she-cat continued on.

" But even now that you have been chosen, it does not mean that you ready. You must be prepared to do anything to save your clan. Are you prepared?" The words were spoken in low and threatening tones, and those yellow eyes were staring deep into her green ones. Duckpool shivered and looked away.

" No... not quite." She muttered. The eyes gleamed.

" Then you must learn." She glanced around at the first cat. " Darkpatch! Leave us." Darkpatch gave a muttered goodbye to Duckpool and slunk out of the clearing. Duckpool watched fascinated as he reached the edge of the clearing and faded from sight, quite literally.

"So." Duckpool snapped back to attention as the she-cat glared at her. " If  you are not prepared, we must make you be so. And that means you must train, and no one else is better at fighting than I am, so I will teach you." Duckpool swallowed.

" Okay." The she-cat narrowed her eyes and smiled.

" Very well. And before we begin, some introductions. My name is Stormstrike." And before Duckpool could blink, Stormstrike was sitting on her soft belly. She glared down at her, yellow eyes blazing. "Let's try that again."