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Here's my Warrior Cats Fan story! (First Chapter)

Long ago, many, many seasons ago, their lived four clans, each with it's own leader, deputy and medicine cat. They lived under a strict code and slept under the shining stars of their warrior ancestors, each full moon coming together in peace for one night beneath the full moon. Prey was plentiful and plump and the clan cats fought little battles.
Then there was the battle of the four, named afterward by the survivors. In the coldest leafbare, the clans fought, showing no mercy. Blood splattered the ground, but no clan would give up, fighting long into the night of red. The stars even glittered and dimmed.
In the end, only twelve cats survived; Arrowheart, Amberfur and Flamepelt from Thunderclan, Bluenight, Icepaw and Redcloud, from windclan, Spiritfeather and Elmleaf from Riverclan, Swawnpelt, Wetpool, Firewind, and Frostpaw from Shadowclan.
They were scared and unsure without their kin, leaders and medicine cats and they fled from their lake home, starting new clans scattered across the land; Fogclan, Ice clan, Greyclan, Seaclan, snowclan, Rainclan, Rddleclan, and Treeclan.
Slowly the code fell, along with the belief of their warrior ancestors. New rules of life were established and the cats fought constantly for food and land, leaders were no longer wise and thoughtful but rambunctious and headstrong, warriors once cunning and loyal were now fierce and unpredictable.
The ways of the clans were gone forever, and to replace it, a darkness fell over the hearts of all. * * *


Skypaw sat alone in the clearing, the trees swayed to the gentle rhythm of the wind, the long grass weaved in and out across her paws. She glanced up at the stars, little dots of light to her, twinkling, almost laughing.
The calico slowly got to her feet and felt the cool breeze. She took a small shaky breath, tail between her legs, and muttered quietly, "what is this place?"
Only quiet answered her, and she knelt down in the grass, quietly observing her surroundings
"welcome, Skypaw, to the ranks of Starclan." A voice suddenly mewed.
Skypaw whipped around, hackles raised. "Who are you? What do you want?!"
The wind gave a shudder, and as if he were made of shadow, a large tom appeared; his pelt was orange and made with what looked like stars, his expression grim but determined. He padded over to her, ignoring her hiss, and cicled for a make-shift nest in the grasses.
"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?!" Skypaw growled, her teeth bared.
The tom settled down in the nest and sat calmly staring at her, his pelt glowing in the moon-lit valley. He gave a rusty purr. "Such a fierce cat, and so young..." He tucked his paws beneath him for comfort against the wind.
"Don't play stupid with me. Where am I?!"
"I've told you, Skypaw. You are in the ranks of Starclan."
"...And why am I here?!"
"Starclan have chosen your destiny, and where your paw steps will lead. You are here because of a prophecy. A prophecy long ago that caused death and grief. A prophesy that shattered all life. A prophecy..." He muttered, "That was simply misunderstood."
"I still don't understand. You haven't given me any useful information. Now tell things truthfully."
"I'm afraid that I am."
" You're lying. At least tell me who you are."
The golden tom rose from his nest and shook the grass from his pelt. He gave himself a final shake and meowed, "....my name Is Firestar, once leader of Thunderclan."
And he began to fade.
"Wait! What do you mean? What's Thunderclan? Wait! Wait!" But he was gone; only his voice remained, echoing around the clearing. "The clans must come together to four, and the warrior code must be re-created. Remember that I will guide you."