Prophecy of the Darkclan Rebellion (and allies)

by **Longstorm** Wed Jan 26, 2011 12:48 am

Darkness... A great, swirling twister surrounded a light... A great dark cloud strayed to close to the dark twister and covered the light on it's way in - somehow, Mistpaw knew that the light was hope.
"No!"
The dark cloud wrapped around the light, but the light grew even stronger! The light was so bright that Mistpaw could see it with her eyes shut. She heard a noise, like many angry cats.
She turned and saw a great cat made of shadows and thorns, smelling of death. Again, Mistpaw somehow knew that this cat was Death itself.
This great cat unsheathed it's thorn-claws and tried to defeat the dark-hope-twister, but the twister surged forward and devoured the shadow-thorn-cat, the cat screaming as it went.
When the Death Cat was gone, the twister began to separate from the cloud, but suddenly a cry of help came up from the South - it sounded like a kit, but when Mistpaw strained to hear, it sounded like a snarling tom.
The twister surged towards the sound, Mistpaw cried for it to stop, for behold!
Another shadow, greater then the Death Cat, surged forward in the shape of countless cats. The cats covered the light, dug their claws into it and liquid light came out as blood.
From the West a far voice called,
"For they who are faint lights among the shadow unseen can bring down such a League. For the weak shall be saviors for the great, and their rightful home and throne they shall take,"
and from the North came another cry, weaker then the first,
"But without they who would reflect the sun, the battle will be lost for everyone."
From both directions, a great black cloud came, the heavens crashing down as poison for rain began to fall, cries of mothers searching for their lost kits making up the thunder, and the squeals of unknown horrors making the wind.
Mistpaw, in the middle of all this, could only close her eyes and hope that it would end soon.
As the roar of the storm faded, a slow, soft voice whispered into her ear,
"He who has the eyes of a sinner may see this world anew... The rain of blood will see the world shine true... The abandoned will no longer be alone... And the wandering Moon will again find its home..."