Drought

Heh :3 Eveningswift

Swayclan
Leader

Blazingstar, dark ginger tom

Deputy

Morningdrop, a dark silver tabby she-cat, Apprentice, Alpinepaw

Medicine Cat

Raintail, a smokey dark gray spotted tabby tom

Warriors

Billowheart, solid brown tom with a cream muzzle

Lionwhisker, a dark ginger tabby tom with white paws, Apprentice, Branchpaw

Jumpfrost, a black and white tom

Poppyfang, tortoise she-cat, Apprentice, Mousepaw

Cloudtooth, a white tom

Fernstripe, a light brown tabby she-cat

Mintdapple, calico she-cat

Redstorm, pale ginger tom

Apprentices

Alpinepaw, handsome dark brown tabby tom

Branchpaw, handsome brown tabby tom

Mousepaw, light calico she-cat

Queens

Aquaflare, slender and small blue-gray she-cat, mother of Billowheart's kits, Stealthkit, Mosskit, and Willowkit

Hollynose, dark tortoiseshell and white she-cat, mother of Spottedkit

Elders

Sparkfoot, reddish tabby tom

Minnowfrost, dark gray-brown tabby she-cat with white patches

Prologue
A slender light brown tabby yawned.

"Dustfire, when's Applestar going to be here," she asked. Dustfire, who was supposedly the dark brown tabby tom sitting by a shining pool, reflecting the moon, snapped back, "Have patience, Mothwind, it's not the only thing you lack." Mothwind rolled her eyes. Toms these days.

Dustfire was thinking similarly. ''She-cats. Ugh. No wonder I don't have a mate...''

"I don't think that THAT'S the reason you don't have a mate," teased a voice behind him. Dustfire growled and snapped his head to the voice.

"I forgot that you could read minds, Applestar," he snarled. Mothwind's eyes shone.

"What'd he say- I mean think?" she asked, getting up. Applestar shook her head.

"Now's not the time for his singularity, Mothwind," she said calmly. Mothwind tried her best not to giggle. Dustfire drew his lips back to an even bigger snarl.

"But let us talk about the upcoming disaster, fellow cats," Applestar warned, as Mothwind was gazing playfully at Dustfire's angry figure. "It seems that Swayclan is always there for any natural disaster that the earth throws at them... but can they survive a FAKE disaster?"

Mothwind's eyes snapped to Applestar. "Fake? Another clan sets them up to a disaster or something?"

Applestar shook her head. "Ingenious guess, Mothwind, but I'm afraid so."

"Twolegs," Dustfire spat out. Applestar nodded.

"Yes. Twolegs are making something that would disrupt the lives cats, mice, birds, and every last organism. How? Let's just say that... it's the opposite of their last encounter with a disaster."

"What's opposite of a flood?" Mothwind asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Mousebrain," mewled Dustfire, rolling his eyes. "Floods have LOTS OF WATER... so the disaster that is coming up has no water, I'm guessing?"

Applestar smiled. "Mothwind's right, it's really hard to find the opposite of unstable things, but Dustfire, you are also right. There's going to be a drought."

"Caused by twolegs?" Mothwind squealed, eyes round.

Dustfire began pacing. "Twolegs have THIS MUCH POWER?"

Applestar gazed at the reflection of the moon. "I'm afraid so. But there's a cat that can solve all of this... whether she likes it or not," she added bitterly, remembring how she was forced to be the center of a prophecy when Applestar herself was alive. She felt sympathy to what this cat was about to go through.

A very pale gray tabby face appeared as a wind blew the rippling pool.

Dustfire stared. "That's the cat? She's TINY."

"She's a kit, genious," Mothwind said.

Applestar closed her eyes and imagined the cat, all grown up. "May Starclan be with you, newcomer," she whispered to the wind. Mothwind padded next to Applestar and smiled encouragingly.

"You mean that we'd be with her," she corrected.

Dustfire cast a dirty look at Mothwind. "That she-kits screwed, with us being her guardian."