Warriors: Moonlit River

Prologue
A cold breeze swept through the silent night, a leaf floated down from a tree, sweeping away with the wind. It tossed and turned, finally landing on a moonlit rock, where three starry pelted cats sat. "Firestar! Where is Feathertail? We don't have all night you know," a blue grey cat meowed, she looked up at the moon, as if checking a watch. The she-cat looked grumpy, she was facing a blind pale grey tabby and a flame pelted tabby. Firestar spoke up, "Feathertail will be here soon, but what about Willowpelt? You didn't forget to tell her to meet here, did you?" his voice was filled with uncertainity, as if he wasn't sure the she-cat would do that,                                       A slender, soft-furred silver tabby leapt from the bushes, she spoke in a silky soft mew,                                              "Were you looking for me?" the she-cat sat down and began to comb herself, then paused and meowed, "Where's Willowpelt?" The blue grey she-cat looked very annoyed by now, her mew was full of venom when she said, "Willowpelt isn't here because she refused to come." Almost the second after the words were said, a wispy cat darted above them, in a hurry. "Willowpelt!" Firestar mewed "Come here!" "I can't!" The silver grey she-cat meowed urgently, "Mintleaf is delivering early! If I mess this up, your precious prophecy will be ruined! And my descendant could die!" She paused only for a moment, a furry bundle in her arms, it was fading, almost transparent.Then flew off into the night, Firestar looked around uncertainly, "I guess we meet here, three moons from now? Bring the kits?" Feathertail nodded vigorusly, the pale grey tabby ducked his head, and the blue grey she-cat meowed "Next time, Willowpelt will come, nothing can stop this prophecy"

In the SplashClan nursery, a medicine cat and a queen sat, the queen was sobbing as she poked the body of her third kit, lifeless. The spruce brown kit poked at his littermate, a yellow tabby like her mother. The lifeless kit looked nothing of either, a silky silver grey was padded into it's pelt, like gleaming stars in a pond's reflection. Willowpelt looked at the body, the fading kit in her paws was almost invisable, Willowpelt placed it into the lifeless kit's body. The she-kit's ear twitched, Willowpelt whispered into the breeze, "''She will live, but it is your time to come to Starclan, Mintleaf." ''             Willowpelt looked at the weak queen, she was whispering three final words before death,                                             "Sprucekit, Leafkit.... Silver...kit.." Mintleaf took a gasping breath, and fell. Willowpelt guided her spirit through the starry paths of Starclan, and couldn't help thinking ''That could've been Silverkit.. Then the prophecy, no matter how much I refuse it, could break, and even the clans might finally perish. All good things come to an end''