Warriors: SuperClan

Chapter 10

"Charge!"

Snowstar's cry rang throughout the trees.

"You're really loud!" Frostwing screamed back at him, and the tom briefly looked taken aback.

"SuperClan, attack!" Superstar commanded in return, and the cats of SuperClan rushed forwards towards their enemies. Just before the two sides were plunged deep into the throws of battle, a blinding white light shone blindingly through the trees temporarily blinding the battling cats with blinding light that was white.

"I'm having a vision!" Cried Herbfeather, who had been invited to the battle for reasons unknown, and proceeded to sit down right in the middle of the two stunned groups of cats and beginning some sort of meditation ritual.

The cats had paused when the light appeared, and as it faded, the cats all gasped at the glowing form padding towards them. "You were expecting someone unexpected," The form declared, finally becoming visible to the surrounding cats in the form of a drab brown tabby tom. The cats' gazes fell. "BUT IT IS I, HOLLOWLEAF!"

"What's going on?" Emberstream asked quietly. 

"Hold on, I'm getting something," Herbfeather interrupted, having not turned to witness Hollowleaf's dramatic arrival. "It's a prophecy! There will be a blinding white light that is both blinding and white..."

"Yes, that would be me," Hollowleaf replied uncertainly, though Herbfeather appeared to ignore him, "And-"

"And a cat will appear before us, telling us to stop fighting, and that an era of peace is dawning!" Herbfeather exclaimed, screwing her eyes shut to focus.

Hollowleaf awkwardly cleared his throat. "Yes, I was sent-"

"THIS ERA OF PEACE WILL COME ABOUT BECAUSE A NEW CLAN WILL JOIN THE FOREST," Herbfeather continued obliviously, having raised her voice considerably.

"Bro, come on, StarClan never lets me deliver prophecies," Hollowleaf complained.

"THIS CLAN WILL BE A CLAN FULL OF NORMAL CATS, AND WE MUST WELCOME THEM WITH OPEN PAWS," Herbfeather finally finished, exhaling loudly before opening her eyes, and looking right past Hollowleaf towards Superstar.

"I see," Superstar murmured, having received Herbfeather's information, "And trusted medicine cat, how do you suggest we handle this decree of peace?"

Herbfeather shrugged. "I dunno, murder them and steal their gold?"

"Good plan," Superstar agreed, "They could have much gold."

"Guys, wait, that's not how the prophecy goes," Hollowleaf objected.

"Emberstream, light him on fire."

"Yessir!" Emberstream chirped, then sneezed in Hollowleaf's general direction, and the drab brown tom burst into flames. 

Snowstar gestured for his warriors to stay back, and approached Superstar, stepping over the pile of Hollowleaf's ashes. "I will join you in your conquest," Snowstar announced, which was met with grumbling from the cats behind him. "As long as they do in fact have much gold."

Cheering broke out as Snowstar finished his statement, and Superstar sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, fine, you can help us murder the defenseless cats," He decided, "But you're not invited to the post-murder-of-defenseless-cats afterparty."

"Awesome," Snowstar nodded, which was followed by a very long silence whilst the SuperClan and CoolClan cats exchanged glances.

Superstar flicked his tail. "You kind of, like, murdered one of my cats."

"Oh," Snowstar coughed quietly, "I mean, that wasn't technically me."

"It - you commanded it."

"That was sort of collateral damage."

"Your face is collateral damage," Solarlight muttered, and accepted Aspenblade's resulting high-five.

"I'll give you 78% of the much gold," Snowstar elected.

"Deal!" Superstar agreed triumphantly.

Sick burn.

~Frost