Cats battled and screeched in a forest clearing. Pools of blood and tufts of fur littered the ground. Heavy rain clouds covered the sky, but the rain did not yet come. Tall oak trees reached up toward them, as if trying the claw at the clouds, rip them open and soak up the water that they provided.
A short-haired white she-cat with amber eyes exploded from the battling cats and skidded to a stop in front of a huge brown tabby tom that stood at the edge of the clearing. The she-cat's claws were unsheathed and her pelt was fluffed up with anger. She had a gash on her shoulder and a cut here and there, but that was all.
"Oak! Take your pack and leave MoonClan territory now!" the she-cat yowled at the tom.
"I don't think so, Moonstar," Oak growled, "You had your chance to leave peacefully, but you decided to stay and feel our wrath! So now we will kill every one of you, and then we will take your territory for ourselves!"
Moonstar yowled in rage and threw herself at Oak. He reared up to meet her, and the two bodies collided. They rolled and twisted in the dirt, a screeching, snarling mass of brown and white fur. Finally, Oak managed to pin Moonstar beneath him. Both of their pelts had tufts of fur missing and were bloody and ruffled.
"You fight like a kit," Oak snarled in Moonstar's face.
Moonstar's ears were laid back and she hissed, her razor sharp teeth showing. She tried to lash out at him, but he was too strong, and she couldn't get her paws free.
"It's useless!" Oak sneered. "First, I am going to kill you. Then your precious clan! And there's nothing you can do about it!" Oak bit down on her throat and blood instantly welled up around it. Moonstar struggled, trying to throw him off, but he was too heavy, and she was getting weaker and weaker. She glared up at Oak, a last act of the dying. Her head fell back and her amber eyes closed. She gave a last, choked breath, then became still. Blood welled up in her mouth and trickled down out of the corner, staining her snow white pelt.
Oak let go of his grip on Moonstar's throat. "That was too easy," he meowed, sitting up and licking his jaws. He got off of her, grabbed her scruff, and pulled her towards the center of the clearing. He then stood straight up, head held high, next to the body of the clan leader.
"Stop!" Oak yowled. Almost instantly, his cats fell away from the clan cats. "Your leader is dead!" he announced to the battered clan. "Surrender now!"
Horrified wails rose up from the clan cats. "You're wrong!" one cry rose up above the others. "Moonstar lives! She possesses the nine lives of a leader!" The cry had come from an orange and white tabby she-cat. Her pelt was stained with blood, but mostly not her own. She had a cut above one eye and bite marks on one leg. She was young, not yet fully grown, but possessed the attitude of a fully fledged warrior, which shone in her eyes.
"Lilypaw! Shush!" an ash-colored tom growled to the apprentice. Lilypaw stared at him defiantly, but kept her mouth shut.
Oak let out a laugh that echoed around the clearing. "No cat can possess nine lives!" he meowed. "See?" He pushed her and rolled her body over. A loud humph came from the body.
Oak's ears instantly pricked, as well as the cats around him, both clan and rogue. He leaned closer, sniffing her body. "Wait a minute," he growled.
Suddenly, Moonstar heaved herself up, striking at Oak, who let out a yowl of shock and stumbled away as the claws scraped his cheek.
"H-how" fear gripped his eyes for a second. The blood on her neck was still there, but the wound was visibly gone.
Moonstar launched herself at Oak, ignoring his stammering. Cats rushed forward to help, but a black she-cat raced to the front first. "Stop!" she cried. "This is between the leaders only." Despite her stopping the others, it was clear in her worried gaze and the flicking of her tail as she watched the two battle that she wanted to jump into the fight as much as the others and protect and defend her leader.
Moonstar and Oak fought, slashing at each other with claws unsheathed. Rejuvenated and strengthened, Moonstar easily overpowered Oak and lashed out at him. She clawed at his face, then, while he was stumbling away from the blow, pushed him over and quickly inflicted a long wound to his exposed stomach.
Oak let out a yowl of pain and rolled away from her. He pulled himself to his paws, stumbled a bit, and then launched himself at Moonstar, who ducked underneath him.
Surprised, he landed on the ground clumsily and lost his balance. Moonstar threw herself at him, trying to land on his back, but he had already moved away. The second that she hit the ground, Oak dove forward and sank his teeth into her forepaw.
Moonstar hissed in pain and clawed at him, trying to dislodge him. He gripped her forepaw harder, and Moonstar sank her teeth into his ear and pulled back, shredding it.
Oak yowled in pain and fell away. He rose up on his hind paws above her, infinite anger flashing in his eyes. Seeing the chance, Moonstar leaped up and sank her teeth deep into his throat. She jerked away quickly, tearing a huge gash into his neck, and landed on the ground lightly.
"No!" The black she-cat yowled as she watched Oak fall backwards and collapse to the ground, blood pouring from the wound. She rushed forward, pushing Moonstar aside. "Oak!"
Oak turned his head slowly to look at her. "Midnight?" he croaked, his voice only a faint, rasping whisper.
"I'm here" the she-cat said. She began to lick his wound, but Oak pushed her away, cringing at the pain.
"It's....too late" he gasped out.
"No! I can help you! You'll be fine! Just let me clean your wound!" Midnight yowled desperately, trying to lick his wounds clean again.
"I'll....save a place for you....in the Star Filled Life," Oak whispered between breaths. He took a final, shuddering gasp, his head fell back, and his body grew still. His blue, sightless eyes stared up at the dark, cloudy sky.
"No!" Midnight screeched. "Oak! My love! Don't leave me!" She buried her muzzle into his blood-stained fur.
The rain started to pour, as if mourning the death of the big brown tabby. Moonstar stepped forward, bloody water streaming from her pelt. "Leave" she said. "Your leader is dead. We have defeated you."
Midnight's head jerked up, her eyes flashing with anger as she turned to face Moonstar. "This is your fault!" she screeched. "Remember that! You have made a dangerous enemy!" And with that, she gripped Oak's scruff and began to drag him out of camp. A few cats ran up to help her, while the rest filed out of the camp, casting back glances filled with hate and anger.
Moonstar watched them go, and then turned to face her clan. Rain poured from the sky, and everybody was drenched. A few cats had shocked faces as they had watched the battle unfold. Puddles, turned red with the blood that stained the ground, littered the clearing. She sighed. "I fear we have not seen the last of them."
Cats filed into a huge clearing with a large boulder jutting up from the center. Most cats were faded, all on varying degrees, and the trees behind them were visible through their pelts. All had stars around their paws and clinging to their pelt.
Cats filled up the clearing until there was no more room, and the rest had to stand at the edge. Soon, a white and black tom leaped up onto the rock. He was one of the most faded cats there, but it didn't hide his size and the strength in the muscles that rippled under his fur.
The tom raised his head to address the cats below. "Hello, StarClan" he called out. "For those who don't know me, I am Spottedstar. But that is beside the point." His gaze raked the crowd. "MoonClan is in grave danger. It's time to reveal the Great Prophecy."
There were gasps and shocked cries from all around. "Do you mean the prophecy that foretells of the End of MoonClan?" a cat called out from the crowd.
Spottedstar paused for a second, afraid to answer, before saying grimly, "Yes." Despair whipped through the cats. A few cats yowled in agony.
"But you mustn't forget!" a cat called out. An orange tabby she-cat with a white belly and paws launched herself onto the rock. Her pelt wasn't as faded as Spottedstar's, but it was easy to see she had been in StarClan a while. "It also foretells of the Two who are destined to save MoonClan!"
"Maplestar," Spottedstar looked at the she-cat, "The prophecy predicts horrible dangers and great destructions. Can two cats really defeat it themselves?"
"They aren't normal cats, and you know it, Spottedstar," Maplestar meowed, looking him in the eyes. "The prophecy tells that they will have the power of the Moon and Sun in their paws!"
Spottedstar fidgeted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something, when a voice yowled from the gathered cats. "When will the Two be born?"
Maplestar looked at the crowd in the direction of the yowl. "The prophecy does not speak of when. The only knowledge we have of their birth is that they will be born to the Moon and Day"
"What if they are too late?" another cat yowled.
Maplestar stared at the crowd, unable to answer. Fear began slowly rising from the gathered cats, their fur rising along their spines.
"Is this really the end?" a cat called out.
Maplestar sighed. "We can't give up hope now. We must believe that the Two are powerful enough to defeat this destruction and save MoonCla-" she was cut off by a shadow passing over the clearing.
All heads whipped upward. Cats screeched in fear, shock and agony as a huge, dark mass passed over the sun, blocking it and letting very little light shine down from the edges of the darkness.
"No!" Spottedstar meowed. He ran to the edge of the boulder. "It's time! Its here!" he yowled. "The darkness that is prophesied to destroy MoonClan is here!"