The Dark Prophecy

Chapter 1

    (Silverstar P.O.V)    

It had been moons since that battle. Silverthorn was now Silverstar, leader of StormClan. He called to his deputy, Brackenfrost. Darkpelt's daughter, he had appointed her after his last deputy, Driftstep, had died in a battle with FlameClan. "Brackenfrost," he said, "I must go to the Moonstone, to share dreams with StarClan, and I want you to come with me.". Brackenfrost nodded. "Yes, of course, Silverstar.". As they walked through FlameClan territory, Brackenfrost turned to him and asked, "Why are we going to the Moonstone?". Without turning his head, Silverstar replied, "I'm not sure. I just have a feeling.". They stayed silent the rest of the way to Mothermouth. After decending tunnels that seemed to lead into the center of the earth, they reached the Moonstone. Silverstar sat and waited for the moon to reach the hole in the roof of the cave. Suddenly, there was a blinding light, and there lie the Moonstone, sparkling like a million dewdrops. Silverstar lay in front of it, and touched his nose to the cold stone.

He woke up in Fourtrees. Out of the mist, he saw a cat walking towards him. It was a tom with a black pelt, and shining green eyes. Silverstar smiled. It was his father. "Hello, Blackthorn." he said. Blackthorn let out a purr. "Hello, my son. You have grown into a fine leader, just as I knew you always would.". "Thank you," Silverstar said, "but you didn't call me here just to talk. What is it?". Blackthorn's gaze turned serious. "Yes. There is a prophecy. A cat with a ghost haunting their past, and a shadow covering their future, will give their light to stop a rising darkness." Silverstar was confused. "Wait, I don't understand.". But before he could get a clear answer, he woke up, staring at the Moonstone