When Night Falls: Hailstorm

This is Hailstorm's side of the novel "When Night Falls" (coming out 2011).

Written by: Teddy Bear! ''' I think I'm obsessed  with   hedgehogs.. 23:53, June 16, 2010 (UTC)

Hailstorm
Young pale gray she-cat with dark blue eyes, and one white front paw.

Personality: Hot-headed, likes to make her own decisions. Warm-hearted towards her Clanmates. Brilliant hunter.

Clan: RiverClan

Positions: Kit - Hailkit, Apprentice - Hailpaw, Warrior - Hailstorm.

Mentor: Mintfur

Family: Father: Reedwhisker, Half-brother: Rippletail

Nightclaw
Lean, hard-muscled dark gray tabby tom with bright amber eyes.

Personality: Ambitious, fierce, stubborn. Born with the destiny to fight. Brilliant fighter.

Clan: ThunderClan

Positions: Kit - Nightkit, Apprentice - Nightpaw, Warrior - Nightclaw.

Mentor: Ivypool

Family: Father: Lionblaze, Mother: Cinderheart, Littermates: Fireblaze, Thrushflight.

Ivypool
Silver-and-white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes.

Personality: Ambitious, envious, creative. Brilliant fighter.

Clan: ThunderClan

Positions: Kit - Ivykit, Apprentice - Ivypaw, Warrior - Ivypool.

Mentor: Cinderheart

Family: Father: Birchfall, Mother: Whitewing, Sister: Dovewing.

Prologue
As Jayfeather padded through the misty grounds of StarClan's territory, he noticed he was alone. His paws prickled with fear. "Hello? StarClan?" Jayfeather called into the fog. No reply. A bright flash behind him made him jump, and he whipped around to peer into the face of five StarClan warriors, each hard-muscled and had stars in their fur. Their starlight-bright eyes glowed as he stepped forward.

Jayfeather faced them with determination. Why do they want me here? he wondered. A large gray she-cat stepped forward, her blue eyes glittering with worry. "Jayfeather," she purred.

He recognized Bluestar's bulky figure at once as his eyes met hers. He tried not to flinch at her piercing blue gaze, but he held it evenly even though his paws trembled. Another cat, a beautiful silver tabby, stepped out from the fog, her muscles rippling under her sleek pelt. "Don't be afraid, young one." Feathertail's familiar mew rang in his ears. "We have an important prophecy to discuss with you," a harder mew sounded behind Jayfeather and he turned his head to face Whitestorm. The other two cats revealed themselves to be Yellowfang and a gray tom with battle-scarred ears.

"Yeah, yeah, I know!" he snapped at Whitestorm. "There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the--," he was cut off as Yellowfang cuffed his ear roughly. "Not that one, you deaf lump of fur, there's a new one!" she hissed. As Jayfeather rubbed his sore ear, the gray tom stepped forward. "Jayfeather, it is an honor to watch you from StarClan," he began. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Stonefur, a warrior of RiverClan who was killed by Tigerstar's cruel ambitions." Jayfeather pricked his ears with interest. Stonefur faced Bluestar. "Tell him the prophecy," he encouraged. Bluestar faced him, fear making her fur bristle. Jayfeather felt annoyance sear him to the tips of his claws. Say it already!

"When Night Falls, the Three must rise and conquer the shadows.. Bluestar's mew faded as Feathertail nudged her shoulder gently. "What does it mean?" Jayfeather asked her. Feathertail's brilliant blue gaze clouded with confusion and she nuzzled his cheek. "We don't know," she whispered. Whitestorm nodded slightly. "Yes, young one, StarClan do not even know of this." Yellowfang barged her way until she was face-to-face with Jayfeather. "We are sure it has to do with the Dark Forest." Her foul breath blasted onto his face and he stifled a cough.

"You, Lionblaze, and Dovewing will have to do this yourselves. StarClan cannot rescue you from the shadows that lurk in the hearts of your own Clanmates," Stonefur rasped. ''My own Clanmates? Does he know who's being trained by Tigerstar?'' "Do you know who?" Jayfeather wondered out loud. "Yes, but it's not time to tell you just yet," Feathertail mewed. The five StarClan cats began to fade, and Jayfeather blinked his eyes open. The familiar scents of the medicine den hit his nose, and he realized he was curled up in his own nest. He scrabbled to his paws and shook the moss from his pelt. The prophecy rang in his ears. "Jayfeather? Mousefur's coughing again," Purdy's rough mew jolted him from his thoughts. Grumbling, Jayfeather snatched up the herbs and followed the old loner to the elders' den. The Dark Forest was rising, and not even StarClan could stop them. Jayfeather's paws prickled. They were more powerful than the stars. The prophecy said so. "Jayfeather? You're ripping up my bedding," Mousefur snapped. Jayfeather realized his claws were digging into the soft moss, and he sheathed them immediately. "Sorry," he growled. What could StarClan possibly have in store for the Three?