Stormpaw's Prophecy

Hey guys! Clever here. So, here's a story about a she-cat named Stormpelt living her reincarnated life as Stormpaw, DawnClan apprentice.

Enjoy!

Yvetal and Xerneas  We create life,   And destroy it   16:29, June 9, 2014 (UTC)

 Stormpaw's Prophecy  Will add allegiances later!

Prologue
A light grey she-cat wandered through the ranks of StarClan. Her mind journeyed around aimlessly in her head, and she suppressed a sigh. She wondered what she would do.

A cream coloured she-cat walked towards her. “Stormpelt, what are you doing?” she asked.

Stormpelt continued to pace worriedly in a circle. “Oh, Berryrose, I have not the slightest clue.”

Berryrose sighed. “You want to be reborn, right?”

“Of course!” Stormpelt hissed, stopping, anger glowing in her eyes. “I lived a short and hard life. My mother died of greencough as soon as I was born, and my father hates me. When I was a young warrior, I broke the code, and fell in love with an EveningClan warrior, Gingerfang. I bared his kits, and two, Cinderkit and Redkit died, leaving only precious Snowkit, now Snowflight. I tried to bring her across the river, but I am not a strong swimmer. She slipped out of my grasp, and Gingerfang swam into save her. But I drowned.”

Berryrose was silent for a moment, and then quietly responded, “I know.”

Stormpelt flicked her white tail. “Now do you know why I want to be reborn?” she asked in exasperation.

Berryrose nodded her head slowly. “I understand. Let’s go find the Star Leaders.”

Happiness flashed in Stormpelt’s blue eyes. “Thank you.”

Berryrose led her friend to the Star Leaders. They were the four founding leaders that had started the Clans. The fifth one had faded away long ago. Her name was Starry Reflection.

Stormpelt stood before the four cats. There was Dawn Sky, a light grey she-cat with white paws, Morning Sun, a amber-golden she-cat, Dark Evening, a smoky grey tom, and a dark black tom named Fatal Night.

Berryrose shied away, frightened, but Stormpelt faced the leaders with confidence.

“Why are you here?” rumbled Fatal Night’s booming voice.

“I want to be reborn,” meowed Stormpelt, unscathed. She explained her reason, the same thing she had told Berryrose.

The sisters, Dawn Sky and Morning Sun stepped forward, looked at each other, and dipped their heads. “It seems like a reasonable request,” Morning Sun meowed. She turned to a smoky grey tom. “Dark Evening?”

“That’s alright with me,” he agreed.

“Fatal Night?”

The black tom sighed. “Okay,” he muttered.

“Step forward, young Stormpelt,” Dawn Sky meowed. “Stand in front of the Quartz Pool.”

She padded up to the silver water, and listened to the Star Leaders speak.

“I solemnly swear,” the leaders recited, “That when I get reborn, I will not speak of it, and I will never leave the body of my reincarnation until what I want is fulfilled."

Stormpelt swore the oath.

Dark Evening nodded curtly. “Good. Now when I say go, I want you to drink from the water. Now, you can only be reincarnated once, okay?”

“Okay,” Stormpelt meowed.

“And when you awake, it means your spirit has returned to StarClan,” added Fatal Night.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Morning Sun.

“I’m sure,” replied Stormpelt firmly.

“Go,” meowed Dark Evening.

Stormpelt leaned down and lapped up the water. Her body fell still, then it turned cold, and she was sent wailing into the living world as Greywish and Barkflame’s daughter.