Warrior Cats ~ The Evolution (love, drama, and adventure... #1)

The cats of the clans scurried over their territories, paws tripping over tails. The island was bathed in a milky light that reflected off of the emerald blades of grass that danced in the breeze. The leaders of ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan perched on the great tree, their tails swinging gently beneath the branches. Tension, as usual since the clans had fought against the dark forest together, was lower than ever. Stealing of prey had vanished, as had border scuffles and intrusions. For the first time, all of the clans were completely at peace.
"Welcome to the gathering," Ebonystar, leader of RiverClan spoke gently, though her silky voice traveled great distances over the heads of the content clans. "Everything is well in RiverClan, and we have nothing to report."
Then Ridgestar, leader of ThunderClan stepped forward, "Gingerpaw and Frogpaw have been appointed as warriors, and are now Gingerfur and Frogleap."
The clans cheered as the new warriors blushed.
"As goes with Shadowclan- no news." Hollowstar mewed, as did Lakestar, leader of WindClan.
Suddenly, a pure white cat with a thin blanket of fur on his lithe body jumped up to an empty branch, soaring over the other cats heads in a seemingly impossible feat. He turned to the cats, his blue eyes filled in a panic. From the looks of the cat, he was only a few moons old. Not a single cat recognized him, though indetified him as a rogue from the scars he bore and his thin, weak frame.
"This land is in danger- all of you," he said quickly, not a cat daring to move. They were in awe of the bold trespasser.
"You need to leave immediately! The clans must separate before-"
Suddenly Ridgestar's eyes closed, and he toppled from his branch. Darkness immediately seized the lands as a massive spot of cloud drifted over the moon. The cats in the crowd below broke into a panic, whispering, talking, some even trying to escape... When a bolt of lightning struck the walkway back to land. It collapsed, sinking in the deep, rushing water that sloshed in a rage against the shores.
The young white tom shook his head quickly, whispering under his breath, "The prophecy has already begun..."
At that moment, however, back in the peace of the cats who stayed in their home clans, a queen heavy with kits in each clan had their children. All at the exact same moment, three kits from each clan slid into the world.
"Why should we trust you?" A tom from Shadowclan snarled to the intruder.
"Because I know everything about all of you. Your name is Grassclaw. Your mate just had three kits- one is silver, one is black, and one is gray. She'll name them Moonkit, Ashkit, and Dapplekit by the time you arrive back."
A she-cat cried out, "How are we going to get back?"
Without hesitation, the tom mewed, "Cue lightning," and a blast of white knocked down another tree, guiding the way back to the clans.
Amazement charged the minds of the cats, who were now officially drawn into the young cat's spell.
Ebonystar spoke up, "I'm sure if Ridgestar were alive he would've snapped you up into ThunderClan. Lightningheart, I suggest you bring him back home with you," she mewed respectfully, "For Ridgestar."
Lightningheart, the deputy of ThunderClan, nodded gently. It wasn't surprising, being how close the deputy and former leader had been. Not to mention the eerie resemblance between Lightningheart and the new tom.
The cats padded home quietly, in perfect lines behind their leader(or deputy, in ThunderClan's case). The mysterious tom walked behind the rest, answering questions mildly for those who dared to ask. An intriguing question among many was a simple one: what is your name?
The tom laughed quietly, "My name is Lightning."
And he wasn't lying, for that was the name his mother, Heart, gave him.


TBC!
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