Warriors: New Moon

Prologue

Ravenheart closed her eyes, prepared for a sting of coldness. Her nose touched the icy rock, the black she-cat heard her apprentice, Glimmerheart, gasp quietly at the shockingly cold boulder. That was last thing the medicine heard before even darker darkness covered her eyes, an abstract figure took place.
She blinked, unable to focus. It evolved into a misty cat, who spoke in voice that was sweet like honey but firm like stone. The words of the cat chilled Ravenheart to the bone as the she-cat began to speak,

"I have an important message for you, Ravenheart. Listen closely.
Day, night, twilight and dawn will battle for the sky. Yet fire and ice bring them together to form Lion,"

Her mind raced, this was the most confusing prophecy she'd ever had. Then the misty cat faded and her eyes slowly opened to see the StarClan boulder standing in front of her. She blinked, and turned to Glimmerheart. The small grey-flecked she-cat sat, her paws under her chest, eyes squinted and tail wrapped close. Her apprentice opened her eyes, they were big and filled with fear, she could even smell the fear-scent in the air.
"Let's go home," Ravenheart mews. They pad out, into the tunnel, darkness fills the tunnel and they make their way through the confusing twists and turns.

When the two she-cats had entered camp, Ravenheart's mind was still focused on her prophecy. Day, night, twilight and dawn will battle for the sky, yet fire and ice will bring together to form Lion, she thought the prophecy over in her head, still deciding if she should tell her apprentice. Ravenheart chose not to, until some of the prophecies unraveled. "I fetch a finch, you go and get mouse bile ready for tomorrow. Cheetahfur has a few ticks," the apprentice sighed and went into the ditch, surrounded by ferns.

Ravenheart turned to the fresh-kill pile. It was neatly stacked, and she spotted a plump finch. Before she grasped the bird, she whispered, "StarClan, whatever this prophecy means, I know one secret about it. Fire and Ice is one."

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The brown tabby raced through the pine trees, glancing back ever now and then. The wind rushed by her whiskers, tall, lengthy grass and weeds whisked under her paws, towering pine trees, mews of distress came from kit in mouth.

When the she-cat spotted a small clearing ahead, she knew that Crooked pine must be close. Crooked pine separated DarkClan and HollyClan. The pine tree was oddly crooked, self explanatory as its name is, and it was a large spot for prey. Luckily, DarkClan owned it, and a small stream separated the two Clans. From above, HawkClan was to the left of HollyClan- also separated by a stream. Then below HawkClan was StormClan, who owned Five Rocks, the gathering place. StormClan cats were a bunch of fish-faces.

The creme-tabby she-cat turned, she headed for the smaller stream. She paused at its bay. If I keep the kit above the water, it won't freeze. She thinks, and slowly wades in. The water is icy cold, as she predicted. She tilted her muzzle up, hoping to keep the kit dry. The mossy-sandy floor was shallow, luckily. When it started to slop up, she tilted her muzzle straight again. The tabby pelt was soaked up to the flank, but she didn't mind.

She raced, the reeds and heather hurt her legs. When she reached Five Boulders, a slim cat stepped out. "Are you sure you want to do this..?" He asked, she nodded and set the kit down. The small kits pelt shone a orange tabby, with deep, deep blue eyes. The sandy-grey tom picked him up nodded and left.