Darkest Night

The Chosen Kits are rising...

Prolouge
A white tom was staring at the stars, a dissgruntled expression on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He whirled around to find himself staring at a white she-cat with glowing blue eyes.

"Snowfur!" He touched his nose to his mothers, forgetting about the prophecy for once.

"You never answered my question." She pulled away and leaped gracefully onto a boulder, tilting back her head to stare at the moon. The white tom sighed and jumped onto a smaller boulder next to the one the white cat was perched.

"Yes. The Chosen Ones may have been defeated, but the Dark Times are not over. We never thought that would happen..." He trailed off and growled furiously. "It's all Bluestar's fault! She could have sent an omen to the medicine cats telling them not to start the battles, but she didn't! Now, we have all of ThunderClan in our ranks except for Graystar!" Snowfur touched her tail to her sons shoulder.

"Peace, dear Whitestorm. My sister was wise in not stopping the Great Battles."

"But why?" Whitestorm argued. "Surely she could've saved more lives that way?" Snowfur sighed.

"The cats who have passed on...they are happy, only that the Chosen Ones have been defeated. They would have dine anything just to see the traitors fall limp to the ground." Whitestorm sighed and leaned against his mother, feeling like a kit again.

"I know. I just wish the Clans didn't need to lose so many." Snowfur touched her nose to Whtiestorms ear.

"Dear Whtiestorm. The worst has yet to come."

Chapter One
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