Who Is In FrostClan

Prophecy

The time is coming when the two,
In all their power come
Be ready for that day, blessed day,
When your worries shall be done.

The time may be soon,
But it also may be later
So be ready, don't waver
Lest soon become later.




Announcements

Please help stock the fresh-kill pile with prey.
Or...
Go on a patrol and report something. (I may include it in my story!)

If anyone has questions or comments, please post them at my den. example: names you want for apprentices becoming warriors, or if you want your kits to be apprenticed.





Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Story part 1 *A dream*

Snowstar padded into camp, a  plump pheasant in her mouth, it's tail dragging in the dust of the camp tunnel. She dragged it to the fresh kill pile and dropped it on top. The whole pile fell over from the weight of the pheasant.
"UGH!!!" she screeched, fixing it.
The kits tumbling outside the nursery stopped suddenly at her screech.
"Carry on, carry on." she muttered under her breath to the kits.
"Maybe you should rest." her mate Raincloud mewed.
"Maybe, you're right." she meowed. "But I don't even feel tired." She padded towards her den anyways. Raincloud padded after her, and she didn't object.

When Snowstar opened her eyes, she was in a forest. She started to pad down one trail, when a crackling of bushes behind her made her whirl around. A cat stepped out in front of her. The cat had bracken colored fur with the stars shining on his pelt. When he began to walk toward Snowstar, sparks flew between his feet and the ground. Sparks of starlight.
"Brackenheart?" Snowstar questioned.
"Yes, I'm glad you remembered me." her father replied.
"How could I ever forget you, father?" she purred. "I've always loved you. You were a great father. You must have a message from StarClan for me."
"Actually, I do. Here is what they sent me to tell you.

'There shall be four of your kin, 
of whom two shall win 
The favor of StarClan and their friends
They will stop at naught to make an end
To trouble in the Clan'

You must heed our words, Snowstar, if you wish to have a safe life in FrostClan for you and your kits."
"Kits???" she squeeked.
"You are going to have kits. StarClan has seen this in your future."
"I am ready to accept the destiny StarClan has set for me." Snowstar replied, the dream already fading. "Goodbye, Brackenheart. Be sure to tell my mother I love her too."
"I will." His voice fading into the distance, the sounds of camp coming to Snowstar's ears.

"Snowstar?" the voice of Raicloud woke her from her trance.
"Yes?" she replied.
"You were twitching in your sleep. Are you OK?" he questioned, sounding truly concerned.
"Yes, I am OK. It's just..." her voice trailed away for a second. "I had a dream from StarClan. They told me I am to have kits. Your kits." she didn't mention the prophecy.
"And what's wrong with that?" he mewed.
"Nothing. I'm just telling you." she answered. She knew she couldn't tell him the rest of the dream. She would have four kits, but only two would 'earn the favor of StarClan and their friends.' Did that mean the other two kits would be evil? Or would her other kits... NO she would not think that way. She was not even close to having kits, as far as she knew. "I'm going to talk to the medicine cats, see what they say." she mumbled.
Stay tuned for the next part in the story!





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