A Storm with No Thunder

A Storm with No Thunder is a collaboration by Sandstorm1823 and Flameheart2004

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Prologue
The first warriors of StarClan were beginning to appear in the dark night sky. Stormpaw lay, stretched out in front of the apprentice's den entrance, her blue-grey pelt having a somewhat glow when the starlight fell upon it.

She sighed and looked around in the dark apprentice's den, barely making out the sleeping form of her sister, Rainpaw. Turning her head back around to face the medicine den directly in front of her, Stormpaw got to her paws and shook out her pelt. Time for some midnight hunting, she thought exasperatedly.

Her mentor had ordered her to hunt at midnight, every clawmoon, even with barely any light to guide her through the dense trees. "If you can't hunt in total darkness, you're not a ThunderClan cat," her mentor had told her firmly only that morning.

Good thing that clawmoon only ''appears once every moon. ''As she slunk out of camp, giving a brisk nod to the guard, a shiver ran up Stormpaw's spine. The cold wind stirred the fur on her flank, making her body feel freezing.

She padded off into the night, darkness engulfing her in it's ring. She pricked her ears for any sign of prey. Nothing. But, there was something. A feint wail sounded up, startling Stormpaw. She realised, ''That's a kit! ''

Being distracted, Stormpaw struggled through the undergrowth, finally skidding to a halt at the edge of the sandy hollow. A horrifying sight befell her eyes. The shadow of a huge cat loomed over a quivering, tiny body of a kit.

''Violetkit! Her muscles screamed to leap and attack the cruel huge cat, but she stopped herself. Maybe he won't attack. ''Stormpaw knew she was wrong as soon as she heard the terror twisted wail of the injured kit as the tom sank her teeth into Violetkit's neck.

Anger surged up through Stormpaw's veins. ''You don't kill a kit! Their innocent! ''As the tom spun around, Stormpaw felt sick. The tom was her Clan leader, Lightningclaw, the leader who had refused StarClan's gift of nine lives.

With shock pulsing through her, Stormpaw whipped around and streaked back towards camp. When she dove through the thorn barrier, she slipped into the apprentcie's den, her heart pumping crazily.

Suddenly, Stormpaw's eyes flicked open. It was just a dream, she reasoned. But to her disappointment, Lightningclaw padded into camp, the tiny body of Violetkit hanging from his jaws. ''It wasn't a dream. I was happening, right before my eyes, even though I was safely tucked into my nest.''

All Stormpaw knew, was that danger was on the wind.