The Dark Prophecy

Prologue

  (Silverstar P.O.V)  

Two cats were fighting in front of Mothermouth. One silver, one dark gold. "Why are you doing this, Darkpelt!? You were my mentor!" the silver tom yelled. "Because, Silverthorn, I have been passed over for far to long!" Darkpelt replied. They rolled around, hissing and spitting. neither of them able to overpower the other. Darkpelt landed a blow on Silverthorn's shoulder, crippling him. Darkpelt held him to the ground. His blue eyes shone with triumph, and he raised his head for the killing blow. "Wait!" Silverthorn yelled, "Think of you daughter, Brackenfrost!". Darkpelt hesitated, but only for moment. That one moment was all Silverthorn needed. He leaped and lashed out his paws, claws unsheathed. Blood went everywhere. Darkpelt hit the ground, dead. Silverthorn looked in horror. "What have I done?" he whispered.