The Storm of Rocks

Allegiances: The Tribe of Rushing Water
Kits: Moth that Hides in Shade ( Moth)-  golden-brown she-cat with green eyes. Night’s daughter.

Hail that Rolls Across Sky (Hail)- black she-kit with green eyes. Night’s daughter

Rose that Grows on Bush- smoky-grey she-kit with green eyes. Night’s daughter.

Prologue: Blazey ( Warriorfan123)
Wind howled, and rain beat mercilessly on the mountain-tops. A heavy blizzard swirled and rages, concealing the two cats that crouched together in the midst of it. One was white with green eyes that glowed. The other was a grey-and-white she-cat with brilliant blue eyes that were screwed up against the storm. The white she-cat shifted her paws and sighed.

“ You must be guessing why I called you here,” she meowed. The grey-and-white she-cat shook her head.

“ I know, Half Moon. I sense it too. A great change is coming, I can feel it.”

“ We must warn them, Rising Moon.” Half Moon whispered softly. Her green eyes were dark. “ they must know before the disaster strikes.”

“ But what is this disaster?” growled Rising Moon in frustration. She lashed her tail angrily against the cold stone. Suddenly, the world spun. The mountain seemed to heave. The sky lit with lightning. Storm cloud amassed. Thunder boomed. The mountain shook, and groaned. Half Moon dug her claws into cracks in the stone and pressed close to her grey-and-white companion. Suddenly, a loud ''boom! ''filled the air. The mountain seemed to rock to its core. Rising Moon shrieked in terror, her eyes wild with panic. Another ''boom! ''followed, succeeded by a loud rumbling. Half Moon bushed out her fur in alarm. Tiny dots began to appear at the edge of her vision. She squinted, trying to make out more detail. They grew larger- and larger. Half Moon gasped. They were headed towards her and Rising Moon! The dots grew and grew, until both cats could make out that they were rocks. The rocks bellowed and roared past, while the mountain trembled and moaned beneath them. At last, the falling rocks ceased. Both cats stood trembling, eyes wide and scared. Rising Moon gently extracted her claws from the crevices and slowly padded away. The storm had ceased. Dead silence followed. Half Moon padded out behind her mother, glancing around warily. She stopped and shook out her pelt.

“ Now I know.” her voice rang with wisdom. “ There will be a storm, a storm of rocks. They will fall and crush everything. The mountain will shake, and everything the Tribe has known will be destroyed.” her whisper was filled with sorrow. Rising Moon’s eyes were desperate.

“ No!” she wailed, then dropped her head “ it can’t be.”

“ But it is.” Half Moon murmured. “ and we will warn them. I will choose five cats to send the message to.” she licked Rising Moon’s ear and slowly walked away.''Oh Jay’s Wing, please help us. ''

Meanwhile, a she-cat huddled in a tiny nest. Her body shook as her kits began to push their way into the world. She gasped and dug her claws into the feathers, moaning in pain. A light brown she-cat crouched beside her, gently licking her ears and face.

“ It’s going to be fine, Night.” she soothed. Night groaned in response and shuddered. A brown tabby padded through the entrance and dropped a bundle of green leaves beside Night’s head. Her eyes were round with concern.

“ Stoneteller sends these,” she meowed.

“ Thanks, Brook.” Night chocked. She flattened her ears as another spasm shook her. Brook watched her carefully.

“ Stoneteller told me to send him should there be any trouble,” she offered. As Night opened her mouth to say something, the light brown she-cat butted in.

“ You should get him. Night has been this way since dawn, and not one sign of kits.” she said urgently. Brook quickly darted into the cave, then reappeared seconds later with the tom on her tail. He crouched beside Night who was shivering with fatigue.

The night was long, but at last, three kits were born. Night's eyes were hollow with exhaustion, but she was purring.

" What are their names?" Brook murmured softly. Night bent down and touched a black she-kit. A loud rumble sounded from oustide the cave.

" Hail the Rolls Across Sky," she meowed. " Rose that Grows on Bush," she said, gesturing to the smoky-grey she-cat. " And Moth that Hides in Shade."

" Beautiful names," Brook replied. "I'll get the father." As she disappeared, two cats crouched at the back of the cave, barely visible in the weak light. The cats of the prophecy… They whispered, a sound that was not heard but simply carried on by the breeze.