Broken Dream - A Warriors Fanfic: Prologue

PROLOGUE

Moonlight glistened on the surface of the river, lighting it up silver. A tabby she-cat stood on a tall rock that rose so far up it touched the clouds. She was standing in the middle of a snow storm, her ice-blue eyes frozen with fear. The she-cat felt as cold as the piercing snow around her. She winced as a dark, shadowy figure appeared in the snow. It stayed where it was, not trying to come to her, not trying to help. “Prepare yourself. Nothing will ever be the same again…” Then he spoke the prophecy.

“Light will die at the touch of dark,

Each powerful form must leave there mark.

Three will walk a path of lies,

Night, Color, and Forest will rise.”

Then darkness waved over the she-cat, and suddenly she wasn’t standing alone anymore. She was in a gorge, with cats pooling everywhere around her. It was surprisingly silent. Nothing moved. Not even the trees in a freezing wind. She tried to call out, to get the cats to move, but they stood still as stone. When she tried to talk, her voice could not be heard, as if she was never saying anything at all. Then the cats slowly opened their eyes, not moving, only staring. They started whispering in voices to small and quiet to hear, like a gentle breeze in trees. Then they rose louder. The she-cat flattened her ears as the murmuring turned into horrible screaming, echoing from everywhere, of everything. Next, they screamed the words of the prophecy. They seemed to haunt the she-cat, wherever she ran.

“Light will die at the touch of dark! Each powerful form must leave there mark! Three will walk the path of Lies! Night Color and Forest will rise!”

The-she cat scrambled frantically to get away from the words, the cats. And then it was gone. As soon as it had started, the voices and screams faded. The cats were again still and silent. They, to, started to fade, until again the she-cat was standing in the snow. The rock was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were three, ragged figures, with hollow, haunted eyes and scarlet-stained pelts. They seemed so familiar to her, and yet so far away and different. The tabby ran towards them, trying to reach them and heal their wounds, just like she always did. But they only seemed to be further away.

Suddenly the wave of darkness was back again. And then she opened her eyes. The hollow silence echoed in her ears, and the images of the three cats filled her mind. The horrible, metallic sent of blood swamped her senses, making it hard for her to stand and shake her pelt. She glanced over to see her apprentice, Fernpaw, gazing at her with soft, worried eyes.

“You were having a bad dream.” Fernpaw guessed.  “What was it?”

Silverfrost shook her head, not wanting to trouble her young apprentice. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again. What she saw horrified her. Fernpaw, her very own apprentice, looked exactly like the torn up, distant cat in her dream.