Moonstar's Rise

Prologue

Thank you for reading Moonstar's Rise! After reading, check out the sequel-"MoonClan's Return"!

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A cold winter breeze swept across the FoxClan camp. Snow had just fallen the night before, and the camp was covered in a pure white blanket. Meanwhile, a silver tabby she-cat named Silverwhisker sat impatiently in the nursery. Her kits were to be born soon, and she would have to raise them all on her own. Next to her stood a brown tabby tom, her mate, Reedfur, who would be leaving soon.

"I don't understand why you have to leave," Silverwhisker groaned, her blue eyes staring longingly at her mate.

 Her mate looked at her sadly, then turned his gaze away, avoiding eye contact.

"It is my destiny, Silverwhisker. I have been chosen to lead ForestClan away from the twolegs," he boasted.

"But," she began, "you are a FoxClan cat, Reedfur. Why do you have to leave right when our kits are about to be born? Couldn't you stay?" she pleaded.

Reedfur sighed. "Silverwhisker, both of us know I'm half ForestClan. I have family there too, and I need to protect them. I also have family to be born here, and I know you'll take good care of them. Won't you?"

"But they need a father," the silver she-cat grumbled. "Why can't you come visit me?"

"ForestClan will be going far away. Much farther than they used to be. It would take moons to come back. I just don't want to come back to see the clan deserted and you missing. I love you Silverwhisker, and I love our kits too. I know you'll take good care of them and they'll be great warriors," he said, smiling. Silverwhisker let out a smile too, though she secretly was furious with Reedfur for leaving.

 "Will you at least stay to watch them be-" Silverwhisker was cut off as pain seared through her entire body. She let out a yowl in pain. "The kits are coming!" she shouted.

"Windnose!" Reedfur yowled. The gray tabby medicine cat followed with his apprentice, Mistypaw.

"We'll need a lot of room," the small gray she-cat said. "Will you step outside until the kits are born, Reedfur?" she asked.

 Reedfur nodded and padded outside, leaving Silverwhisker alone in the den with the two medicine cats. Silverwhisker let out a yowl, looking at Windnose.

"The first kit is coming," he told her, placing a paw on her stomach.

Silverwhisker yowled again as more pain surged through her. She let out a cry as a bundle of fur slid onto the moss. It was a silver-blue she-cat. Mistypaw immediately pushed the young she-cat towards her mother, and Silverwhisker's daughter began to suckle.

"Is that all?" Silverwhisker asked weakly.

Windnose shook his head. Silverwhisker sighed, letting out another cry of pain. It was obvious that the second kit was coming. She yowled as a second bundle of fur tumbled onto the moss. This kit was smaller. He was a brown tabby tom, like Reedfur.

Suddenly, Silverwhisker felt relaxed, and she let out a sigh.

"You're all done," Mistypaw told her. "Good job giving birth, Silverwhisker."

Silverwhisker rolled her eyes, watching her two newborn kits. She looked at them, smiling. Though the pain had been excruciating, it was all worth it to see her new son and daughter.

Silverwhisker was interrupted as Reedfur stepped in, smiling at the two kits. "They're beautiful, Silverwhisker, like you," he purred.

"What do you want to call them?" Silverwhisker asked.

"It is your choice," Reedfur told her. "They will only be raised by you, so you should choose."

Silverwhisker let out a slow nod. "We'll call the silver-blue she-cat Moonkit, and the tom will eb Owlkit."

"I like those names very much, Silverwhisker," he purred, licking his kits. Silverwhisker sighed, knowing that her children would never know their father.

She opened her eyes to find she was in a dense forest. A stream gurgled in the distance, and she turned around, wondering where she was. Immediately, she realized she was in StarClan.

She gasped, watching a white she-cat pad towards her. Silverwhisker recognized her as her sister, Lilypetal. Her sister had been killed while protecting the clan from some dogs that had gotten loose. Silverwhisker had never been the same until she had met Reedfur.

As her sister padded towards her, Silverwhisker expected her to smile, like she usually did. Her sister had always been an optomist, and there was nothing she loved more than making cats laugh. Lilypelal held a grim expression though.

"Lilypetal, why are you here?" Silverwhisker asked.

"I bring you a prophecy," she said, "About your kit."

"What prophecy?" Silverwhisker trembled. Did one of her kits possess great powers?

"On a cold winter's night, two kits shall be born to the same mother. Only one will survive. The other shall bring doom to all the clans and cause horrible consequences for generations."

"Wait! Which kit?" Silverwhisker asked as her sister slowly faded away. Silverwhisker awoke abruptly, finding the sun had already risen.

"Reedfur!" she yowled. No response came, however. Her mate had left, as had her happiness.

The prophecy still rang in Silverwhisker's ears. How could one of her kits turn evil? How could she stop this from happening? Why did Reedfur have to leave? Nothing was going right.