Warriors: Rising Storm

The cold night air tugged at a white unicat’s pelt. She sighed, and looked down at a yellow alicat. “C’mon, Mistystar,” the unicat said to the alicat. Mistystar coughed, and looked up at the medicine cat.

“I-I don’t think I can make it,” she meowed.

The medicine cat shushed her, and grabbed her. “We’re almost there,” she meowed. They finally reached the medicine cat den, and the unicat set down the leader. She then heard murmuring outside the den. The elders and queens came out of the nursery, and the warriors lay where they were.

The unicat sighed. “I don’t think our leader will make it,” she meowed. She looked up, but the cats kept yowling.

“Doesn't she still have nine lives left!” yowled a blue queen. The other yowled in agreement, but Twinklelight was frustrated.

They asked tons upon tons of questions. The medicine cat growled. “Quiet!” she yowled. “I can’t think with all of you yowling!” Then she saw a shooting star streak across the sky.

“What is it, Twinklelight?” asked an elder. The cats gasped when Twinklelight’s fur bristled.

She shook her head, and the cats murmured. “What was it!” called a queen with her kit wrapped in her tail.

Twinklelight smiled at the cats, and meowed, “This is a great prophecy!” she yowled. “LunarClan says that ShadeClan will have a magnificent future! We will rule the forest!” The clan sighed with relief, and they were about to go back to their den when an owl swooped down behind them. They gasped, and the queens held their kits tight.

“What did that mean?” an elder asked, and he was shaking his tail.

We will pay the highest price, he said silently to LunarClan, for ShadeClan’s new dawn.