It was dark and cold. The night air chilled two cats standing in a clearing of flattened grass.
A dark grey tom coughed. He then began to speak.
"Dark times are coming to the Clans." The tom meowed, his voice rough from not being used for a long time.
"What do you mean Darkfeather?" A grey she-cat meowed back.
"No cat in StarClan is sure, all we know is this will change the Clans forever." Darkfeather meowed solemnly.
"Is there anything else." The grey she-cat meowed scared.
"There is one thing, remember this Windfeather. The Clans will be saved with the rise of the Moon, soon the Moon will not set, it will lead the Clans to a better tomorrow. Follow the Moon.
It was then that Windfeather woke up.
"Has anything happened, you were having a seizure, was it an omen?" A dark ginger tom meowed.
"Yes, Rowanstar, I think it was one." Windfeather replied.
"What was it?" Rowanstar inquired.
"That there are dark times coming. They said we will be saved with the rise of the moon." Windfeather meowed.
"What in the name of StarClan does that mean?" Rowanstar meowed confused.
"I'm not sure, they said no more than that. Except that this would change the Clans that we know it.
So that was the prologue. I hope you like it, by the way I can't find out how one would make my writing in bold so yeah.
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Warriors: The Fatal Prophecy: Book One
FanfictionIn a new Warriors world a prophecy comes to StormClan. The moon is said to help save them. A tiny kit named Moonkit will find out she is special in a way, but the Clans can only hope she will find this soon enough to save them.
