User blog:*Sablestar*/Stream, Dawn, and Dark: A Tale Of Three She-Cats

This story is rated moderate.

I do not own Warriors. Credit for the Clans, places, and everything else in the canon goes to the Erin Hunters.

Prologue
Sablestar sat in the center of the ShadowClan camp, grief shining in her amber eyes. She had returned from receiving her nine lives, only to find that her close friend, Silverpath, had died kitting. The dark brown she-cat shook her head as she watched the slender black she-cat named Nightfury, with Silverpath's kits as well as her own.

"They're strong kits," meowed Snowfeather, the medicine cat.

Sablestar nodded, thinking of how good it was that Nightfury had taken in the kits. It was unusual that they didn't have their mother's silver fur: Streamkit was black, Darkkit was tortoiseshell, and Dawnkit was cream.

All of a sudden, Snowfeather froze, her eyes unfocused. "Three she-cats, destined for greatness..." she rasped in a voice unlike her own. "One must decide where her loyalties lay...One will uncover a dark secret...And one will suffer an utter betrayal."

Sablestar stared at the white she-cat as her blue eyes refocused. "What? What is it?" Snowfeather asked.

The leader of ShadowClan hesitated. "I think...I think that StarClan has spoken through you."