I promise to try to be consistent in my writing and never abandon this fanfic. I'm starting fresh because Frostwhisker's Destiny is getting too... wild... and unrealistic... anyway. LET THE FANFIC BEGIN!
Up In Smoke: Prologue
"Hello, Mossflower." A sleek gray tom dipped his head to a black she-cat as she stepped up to him.
"Hello, Cinderblaze," the she-cat greeted him. They touched noses briefly, but this was not a trivial matter. Despite the fantasy surroundings and sparkling pelts of the two cats, there was much more serious business afoot.
"Have you foreseen it too?" Cinderblaze mewed sharply, locking eyes with Mossflower.
"Yes," she sighed. "It will not happen for some time, I believe, but... well, if the three Clans are unaware of it, they will all perish. Many will die even if they do manage to make it out intact."
"Indeed. And, correct me if I am wrong, but a certain kit in the nursery has a destiny. Will she be the one to lead the Clans away?" Cinderblaze mewed, his pelt shimmering with starlight.
"In part," Mossflower replied. "You have forgotten the other two Clans. They have destinies too. Not only StreamClan is destined to survive."
"I beg your pardon, but I have not seen these other kits. I have only seen StreamClan's destined cat."
"Well, I have." Mossflower bent her head close to Cinderblaze's ear, whispering two names. "I did not think they would have as grand of destinies as these, but I have been mistaken once again."
"Once again. How do we know to trust you? You made a horrible mistake with Fallenpaw," the starry tom hissed sharply, his tone suddenly harsh.
"I know." The black she-cat winced as if physically hurt by the memory of the young apprentice. "She chose her own destiny."
"Indeed she did, but it was not a good one."
"But the kits. How do we know they aren't mistakes like Fallenpaw?" Mossflower asked.
"That's the catch, Mossflower. We don't," Cinderblaze said gravely. "We no longer have power over them. They may choose their futures now."
"I don't want them to die!" she said desperately.
"They will choose not only whether they live or die, but whether all the Clans live or die as well. They have not been chosen on a whim!" Cinderblaze hissed angrily.
"Cinderblaze, please!" Mossflower cried. "I just need to make sure they're safe."
"They are not safe! No cat in the Clans is safe now! Nor is any cat in the remote area! They're going to die, Mossflower. We know it. It's only a very slim chance, if any, that they're going to survive."
"Don't talk like that! They're barely three moons old!"
"I can talk however I want." The two StarClan cats stood facing each other, pelts spiked.
"Are you arguing again?" A white tom stepped out of the bushes, shaking his long fur. "I thought this was supposed to be a civilized meeting."
"Sorry, Rabbitstar," both cats mumbled, averting their eyes.
"As well you should be. You do know who the three cats are, don't you?" He performed an action as close to raising an eyebrow as was possible for a feline.
"Of course!" Mossflower meowed earnestly, like she'd done something right for once. Cinderblaze's tail lashed angrily.
"You should watch them, then, not prattle on idly foretelling death and doom." He flicked his tail and disappeared again.
Cinderblaze huffed and stalked away, leaving Mossflower to gaze down at the nurseries of three separate Clans, where the sun was rising in the sky and kits were beginning to wake up.
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