StarClan's Secret

I wrote this about a year and a half ago, so I'm not really updated on the series.

Chapter 1: The Prophecy
It was an unspeakable sunhigh for ThunderClan in their territory.  Prey was as rich as it is in Ravenpaw and Barley’s barn, and the prey was so easy to catch it was as if the prey was just jumping into their mouths and killing themselves. The fresh-kill pile was bigger than Firestar had ever seen. “I hope this Greenleaf never ends!” he howled. By the apprentice den Firestar could see Cloudtail and Brightheart watching their kit, Whitepaw,  scuffling with her mentor, Brackenfur. On the other end of camp Firestar saw Sandstorm sharing tongues with Ashfur. He padded over to her and sat down. “Isn’t this day amazing, Firestar?” Sandstorm asked with romance in her eyes and voice. “Just like you.” the leader replied. “Oh, you!” she purred. The couple shared tongues with each other as they purred as loud as a thousand birds’ song. Today was the day for the monthly Gathering, and Firestar couldn’t wait to meet with his old friends from the other Clans.
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This Gathering was basically just like any ordinary Gathering. Cats gossiped, told stories and just meowed around with their friends. The leaders told basically only of how well the prey is running. Except for Leapordstar, leader of RiverClan. She told of how there were so many kits being born, it was hard to keep up with the pace. When it was Firestar’s turn to speak, he yowled, “Today, and every other, prey was more than plentiful in ThunderClan territory. It took us aback, but we enjoyed every piece of juicy prey scuffling in the area. I am glad to see that the other Clans are going like this as well.” Once the conversations ended the Gathering parted and the Clans went back home.
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That night Firestar had an awkward dream. He was in an endless white, but it felt solid under his paws. He glanced down to his feet and saw a few traces of solid green. It was grass. But this grass was not like most grass. It was the softest and silkiest grass known to a cat. You could even describe it as “perfect”! The scenery reminded Firestar slightly of a plain in fog. Or cloud, perhaps. In the distance Firestar could just make out the figure of a cat. Then a wondrous smell flowed through his nostrils, and at that moment, he knew who the figure was. “Spottedleaf!” he cried out, but the wise medicine cat didn’t move. Her eyes glowed brighter than the sun at its peak, but she didn’t budge. Then something shocking happened. Spottedleaf’s body withered away. Like a sculpture made of dust in the wind. At that moment huge glowing pairs of eyes opened all around him, their pupils glinting of fire. With that already spooking him, a devious cackling that sounded so familiar to Firestar, it felt as if his memory was being mocked. Suddenly, a flash of dripping red lightning struck and everything went away. Firestar was alone in unknown territory with shocks that seemed to be omens, but more challenging than any other. Then a voice whispered, “Beware of dried blood. A battle is coming. The stars cannot protect you when they can. A secret has been kept, and nothing will be restored to normal ever again.” “What? What does this mean? ‘The stars cannot protect you when they can’?” Just at the moment, Firestar woke, confused. “’Beware of dried blood. A battle is coming. The stars cannot protect you when they can. A secret has been kept, and nothing will be restored to normal ever again‘?” Only one way to find out what the will of StarClan is this time. Follow along with what happens, but this can’t be good.

Chapter 2: RiverClan
The next morning was a little off. The patrols mainly reported RiverClan scents by Owl-Tree and Snakerocks. Firestar didn’t know why RiverClan would cross their boundaries at a Greenleaf that was more than plentiful in prey for all the Clans. Unless, RiverClan was having problems in their river. Dustpelt even reported that there was only a few mice and voles in his favorite hunting area between the Great Sycamore and Snakerocks and that there was a lot of buried rabbit, mice and vole bones that reeked of RiverClan.  When Graystripe, Cloudtail, Sootfur, Thornclaw, Mousefur and Spiderpaw got back from a hunting patrol, only Graystripe, Cloudtail and Mousefur came back with prey in their mouths. Everyone else came back disappointed. “This Greenleaf, Starclan sent more prey than ever before, and we didn’t catch as much as a mousetail!” complained Sootfur. “And RiverClan scent was all over the area.” added Cloudtail, placing his catch of the day in the enormous pile. “What are those scraps of fur up to?” ”I don’t know, but nothing good for sure. And why when there was so much prey just begging to be eaten?” “And so many kits too. Remember how Leapordstar told of how ‘there were so many kits being born, it was hard to keep up with the pace’?” interrupted Graystripe. “And that must be why they’re stealing prey! There must be so many cats to feed, even the miracle StarClan sent us isn’t enough to feed every single cat.” Firestar figured out. “I should go talk to Leapordstar.” He chose his warriors, and Dustpelt, Cloudtail, Brackenfur, Sandstorm and Firestar were on their way.
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Once they were at the RiverClan border, they saw that the river had almost no fish. “Well, that’s peculiar.” mewed Cloudtail.  As they crossed the border. Everything seemed quiet. A few minutes later the group scented a patrol. “Hide!” Brackenfur hissed under his breath. “No. If they scent us hiding, they’ll be more suspicious of us than they would be if we were in plain sight.” Finally the patrol found them. The patrol was made up of: Blackclaw, Heavystep, Hawkfrost and Mistyfoot. “You! What are you doing on our territory?!” Blackclaw spat. “What were you doing on our territory for no reason?!” Dustpelt snarled. There was a silence. Then Heavystep yowled, “why should we tell you? After all, you have nothing to do with BloodCl-” ”Shut it!” Mistyfoot hissed, her fur standing on end, bristling. What did they mean BloodCl-? BloodClan? Firestar remembered the devious, bloodthirsty savage known as their leader, Scourge. He remembered how Scourge killed Firestar’s nemesis, Tigerstar, and killed him once. Luckily, Firestar drove off BloodClan by killing Scourge, but then they would have another leader, just like any Clan’s deputy would if the leader retires or loses all 9 lives, and that leader would be Bone. Firestar just hoped that BloodClan was gotten rid of forever. But there was a chance they weren’t. “Well?” Hawkfrost snarled. “Why have you come?” ”We need to talk to Leapordstar.” Firestar replied “What for?” “You know very well what for! You’ve been stealing prey from our territory when there’s more than enough prey in every territory!” Sandstorm hissed. “Not in out territory!” Mistyfoot meowed. Then a murmuring broke out between the RiverClan cats. Firestar could make out some of the words. “Should… tell…Clan” What were they saying? Then they turned around and yowled together, “There’s not enough prey in out territory because BloodClan invaded us and made us let them sleep in our territory and feed them.” The ThunderClan cats were shocked at the announcement. BloodClan is back! “They invaded you?!” Cloudtail screeched. “I can’t believe BloodClan is back! I want to shred them to bits!” At that moment a cat popped out of the moor. The scent was half RiverClan, half… something else that Firestar slightly remembered. Then the figure showed himself in the setting sunlight. It was Bone, the former deputy, now leader, of BloodClan. “What are these cats doing here? You know it’s our secret, or your pitiful leader. Now finish them off! Or do I have to slay that ‘filth‘ of yours?” Mistyfoot turned around along with the rest of the group. “Dispose them?” Hawkfrost slyly added. “With pleasure.” Firestar could hear Mistyfoot whispering, “I’m sorry, Bluestar.” Then she leaped, claws unsheathed,  at Brackenfur. He could see the sorrow in her eyes. Then Firestar realized he had to fight his close friends, whether he wanted to or not. Then the rest of the cats leaped, and a battle is happening.

Chapter 3: The Secret
The one to leap at Firestar was Hawkfrost. Obviously, he was enjoying the fight. Firestar struggled to get out of his grip on his shoulder and tried to hit a blow on his neck, but Hawkfrost just tightened his grip even more and flipped Firestar over, raking his belly. “Got to… break… free!” Firestar mewed. “Good luck in trying!” Hawkfrost sneered. Then he bit down as hard as possible on Firestar’s neck. He couldn’t take it. It was causing too much damage. Suddenly, everything was turning white. Hawkfrost was fading and so was the sky. Just a few traces of green grass. The new scenery reminded Firestar of his dream. Shadows were walking toward him in the distance, and Firestar couldn’t believe who they were.
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“Spottedleaf! Bluestar! Silverstream! One-Eye! Brindleface! Redtail! Oakheart!” Firestar screeched. “I can’t believe my eyes! It’s every cat in StarClan I’ve ever grown close to!” Then Firestar noticed the cats in front of the group. There was four of them. They looked majestic and proud, but a glint of fear was shining in their eyes. Firestar’s eye’s grew huge. He was once told of these cats by One-Eye before he died,  and he felt honored to be in their presence. “Are… are you Thunderstar, Windstar, Riverstar and Shadowstar?” The cats proudly answered, “Indeed, young Firestar.” “But you’re in StarClan. Where are we?” “Where do you think?” Then Firestar realized where he was. This was StarClan territory! The white wasn’t fog or mist. It was cloud! “So why am I here?” Firestar rasped. Then Bluestar meowed, “You lost another life. Hawkfrost killed you.” Firestar turned to see a cat his size with a flaming ginger pelt. The replica’s eyes didn’t have any pupils. “So will I be sent back to the forest soon?” the ThunderClan leader asked. “I have to get back to that battle.” ”It’s too dangerous to go back, Firestar!” Spottedleaf mewed. “But I have to help my Clan!” “No. Not alone, you aren‘t.” Windstar screeched. “What do you mean, ‘not alone’?” All the StarClan cats lowered their heads. Firestar could smell fear-scent from them. Finally, Thunderstar spoke. “Firestar. There is something about StarClan that you, or any cat doesn’t know.” There was a long pause. Silence flooded the air. After a while Thunderstar mewed, “Firestar, oh, Firestar. StarClan has been keeping a secret. An enormous secret.” The fear-scent of all the cats grew stronger. “StarClan… StarClan has the power to temporarily come back to life and live in the forest.”  “What!?” Firestar’s eyes grew enormous. StarClan can come back to life?! “If you can come back to life then why don’t you?” “Creating a bridge back to the forest takes an awful lot of power, Firestar.” Windstar meowed. “Once when we, the first leaders, died, we tried to put together enough power to come back to the battle we died in. We got the bridge running, but in the middle of our reformation, it wore out. If we didn’t make it back up here in time, we would have been stuck in a StarClan’s StarClan that we call the Burial. It’s very risky, Firestar.” The new ThunderClan leader was still astonished. “Well, your body’s all healed.” Spottedleaf mewed. “You can go back to the forest now, Firestar.” “But-” He never finished his sentence.
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Firestar was back in his body. When he got up he saw the most disastrous vision ever.  He saw all the Clans, ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan all pursuing BloodClan. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Firestar was astonished. And when he heard someone call his name, he felt relieved to see Graystripe, but scared to see he was battered with blood and bald spots. He was panting heavily. “Fire… Firestar.” he rasped. “Thank StarClan you’re alive!” “What in the name of the forest is going on?” “The patrol split up running. Some went to tell the other Clans and get them to help out. And here we are now. Risking our lives to seize BloodClan once and for all!” Just at that two BloodClan cats clawed a gash in each of the ThunderClan cats’ skin. Firestar spun around and bared his teeth. That wasn’t exactly necessary.  At that moment, the clouds above swirled together faster than a falcon’s flight. The vortex then turned into a windy thunderstorm. Everything was shadowy. “What’s going on?!” Graystripe screeched, hanging for his life by a claw. “I don’t know!” Firestar yelled in reply. Then he realized something. This was a combination of all the Clans! The thunderstorm represents ThunderClan, high winds as WindClan, a dark landscape shows ShadowClan, and heavy rainfall for RiverClan! But what did it mean? A prophecy? Definitely not. As so a white beam shot from the eye of the vortex, blinding every cat in the moorland temporarily. As the beam grew larger Firestar thought he could make out the faintest outline of an enormous group of cats. He did. Once the beam faded Firestar once again didn’t believe his eyes. The cats of StarClan came back to life! Graystripe nearly fainted. “ S…Silv… Silverstr…Silverstream!!! And Feathertail!” “Hello beloved.” Silverstream mewed. “Hi dad!” Feathertail meowed. “It’s a miracle!” Firestar stared with amusement as Graystripe bounded over to them. He, for one, padded over to Spottedleaf and Bluestar. “I’d never thought I’d see you ever again in the forest alive.” the ginger cat whispered. “Neither did we, Firestar.” Bluestar rasped. “We took a huge risk.” Come on!” The first leaders hollered. “Let’s teach this fox dung a lesson they’ll never forget!” The newly encouraged cats charged at the pack of kittypets and rogues and fought like they never fought before. There was dust blowing in the air. More violence than ever imagined came true. There was ripping of bodies and clawing of eyes. The BloodClan cats were in so much pain they hardly had a defense. “Let go!!!” A BloodClan she-cat hollered between chokes. BloodClan was being deceased for good. The battle was over when each cat aimed a final killing blow at the cats necks. Dead bodies lay even more than before, and blood completely coated the moorland. “Some battle.” Sandstorm mewed. “StarClan knows what’ll happen next.” Firestar replied. “And we do.” Firestar, surprised, spun around to see the group of StarClan cats clustered together. “Now, we go home. Back to StarClan, back to normal.” Spottedleaf mewed. “Please, don’t. “ ”We have to, Firestar. The ray will wear off eventually.” Firestar almost cried. “Don’t fret, Firestar. Never forget, we’ll always be with you, forever and ever.” Firestar drank in Spottedleaf’s warm scent one last time. He gazed into her inviting amber eyes. He could feel the memory flooding him over. The white beam started to flash down to the ground and started to suck the StarClan cats home. Firestar gazed, with gratitude, until the last of the cats disappeared. His eyes dancing in the light, he yowled to all the cats in the land and above, “They’ll always be with us. Forever and ever!”


The End<b>