[Fanfic] Warritalia: Prologue
Here's the prologue of the story :> Though I should actually spend some time editing the pictures for my Russia challenge^^"
A full moon hung in the air and cast long shadows across the clearing. The leaves of the trees rustled in the warm breeze, creating a beautiful melody, and the nearby river murmured quietly. The sky was filled with thousands of stars, tiny white specks in the vast colossal sky. A few cats were gathered in the clearing, crouching in the shadow of the trees, gathering around a small pool in which the stars reflected.
“Is this really how it should go on?” A black she-cat asked, her blue eyes filled with worry.
A heavy silence hung in the air and it was only broken by a golden tom after many heartbeats. “I don't think, either, that this is the best way, but we shouldn't interfere, Astralsky.”
The golden tom's mate, a beautiful light brown tabby she-cat, looked at him thoughtfully. “Teutonheart, it is our duty. The Clans could be destroyed forever. Surely this isn't what StarClan wants, is it?”
“Romeleaf, StarClan is a guidance. We guide the Clans, but we do not control them and we do not interfere with their decisions.” He replied, the sharp undertone in his voice could still be heard, even though he did his best to hide it. Romeleaf though seemed to ignore it.
A sandy colored she-cat rose to her paws. “The Clans are facing their darkest hour. If we let them wander around on the path they are walking right now, then they will be lost forever in that darkness and we will have to watch their destruction, knowing we could have prevented that and changed the future of the Clans.”
Neither of them spoke as her words rang out into the air. They weighed heavily and all of them knew that the Clans were in immediate danger. Neither of them could speak, the words choking them as though they were a noose.
“Will we send a sign to the medicine cats?” A tortoiseshell she-cat asked, slowly eying the other cats. “As Desertflower said, the Clans are facing their darkest hour and they will need our guidance.”
“It might be the only way, Southriver. They need to know that they have to be careful now.”
“Or otherwise, everything will be lost.” Teutonheart muttered, closing his eyes. A heavy sigh followed.
More and more cats began to gather around them, remaining silent however, their eyes filled with worry and grief. If the Clans weren't careful now, they would forever fall into a deep hole in the earth and would never be able to escape it again. Each of the starry warriors knew that, but they also knew that they couldn't change anything, whether it would be good or bad. They were forced to watch and all they could do was warn the Clans. But not even they knew what exactly was waiting at the end of that path, what horror the Clans would have to face if they failed. All they could do was hope that the path the Clans wandered would not be the path of darkness.
A full moon hung in the air and cast long shadows across the clearing. The leaves of the trees rustled in the warm breeze, creating a beautiful melody, and the nearby river murmured quietly. The sky was filled with thousands of stars, tiny white specks in the vast colossal sky. A few cats were gathered in the clearing, crouching in the shadow of the trees, gathering around a small pool in which the stars reflected.
“Is this really how it should go on?” A black she-cat asked, her blue eyes filled with worry.
A heavy silence hung in the air and it was only broken by a golden tom after many heartbeats. “I don't think, either, that this is the best way, but we shouldn't interfere, Astralsky.”
The golden tom's mate, a beautiful light brown tabby she-cat, looked at him thoughtfully. “Teutonheart, it is our duty. The Clans could be destroyed forever. Surely this isn't what StarClan wants, is it?”
“Romeleaf, StarClan is a guidance. We guide the Clans, but we do not control them and we do not interfere with their decisions.” He replied, the sharp undertone in his voice could still be heard, even though he did his best to hide it. Romeleaf though seemed to ignore it.
A sandy colored she-cat rose to her paws. “The Clans are facing their darkest hour. If we let them wander around on the path they are walking right now, then they will be lost forever in that darkness and we will have to watch their destruction, knowing we could have prevented that and changed the future of the Clans.”
Neither of them spoke as her words rang out into the air. They weighed heavily and all of them knew that the Clans were in immediate danger. Neither of them could speak, the words choking them as though they were a noose.
“Will we send a sign to the medicine cats?” A tortoiseshell she-cat asked, slowly eying the other cats. “As Desertflower said, the Clans are facing their darkest hour and they will need our guidance.”
“It might be the only way, Southriver. They need to know that they have to be careful now.”
“Or otherwise, everything will be lost.” Teutonheart muttered, closing his eyes. A heavy sigh followed.
More and more cats began to gather around them, remaining silent however, their eyes filled with worry and grief. If the Clans weren't careful now, they would forever fall into a deep hole in the earth and would never be able to escape it again. Each of the starry warriors knew that, but they also knew that they couldn't change anything, whether it would be good or bad. They were forced to watch and all they could do was warn the Clans. But not even they knew what exactly was waiting at the end of that path, what horror the Clans would have to face if they failed. All they could do was hope that the path the Clans wandered would not be the path of darkness.