The Prophecy Of Night

I can't write prophecies. Don't judge meh.

Allegiances
MoonClan

Leader: Whitestar- Black she-cat with a white tail-tip and muzzle

Deputy: Blueclaw- Blue-Grey tabby tom

Medicine Cat: Shadepath- Dark grey and black tabby tom

Prologue
The black she-cat sat in the cave, her white tail-tip flicking. Out of the shadows, a dark grey tabby tom appeared.

The she-cat dipped her head. "Shadepath. How are the warriors?" The tom shook his head. "They were injured badly, Whitestar. I'm trying my hardest, but I don't think Brightbird is going to make it."

Whitestar shook her head in grief. "How did those rogues fight so well? I always thought of then as cats who had more hiss then scratch."

Shadepath growled. "We don't know these rogues. They weren't like those rogues that stole prey, when you were still deputy. These are different."

Whitestar got up and started pacing. "Shadepath, has StarClan told you anything?"

Shadepath shook his head, confused. "Only the same message, every time. The night can save us, but only with the help of the flying thrush"

"What? Who is the night? Thrush? Who are they."

Shadepath's tail flicked. "I do not know."

There was the screech of a cat in the distance. Shadepath got up. "That's Brightbird. I have to check on the injured cats now." He padded off.

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