SkyClan's Revival/Prologue

          Early in the morning as the sun rose above the gorge, a huddle of cats had assembled.  One of them, a nimble black tom, was in a heated argument with another cat, a large brown tabby. “You’ll be leading us to our deaths!” He exclaimed.

         The other cat stood quietly for a moment, then replied. “Swallowflight, we don’t have a choice. We either fight, or lose our home.”

         “Spiderstar’s right.” Another cat spoke up. The cat, a ginger tabby she-cat, stood next to the leader, her tail lashing. “Swallowflight, you’ve never been one to back down from a fight. Why start now? I’d rather die fighting for my home than give up.”

         A collection of voices joined in, agreeing with the she-cat.

<span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We could move. We did it before, we could do it again.” Swallowflight retorted.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A large ginger tom spoke this time. “And be exiled from our own home once again? I’m not leaving. I’ll fight with my Clan. Honeyleaf is right Swallowflight, now’s not the time to give up.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m with Sunpelt.” A long-furred she-cat spoke up. Her gray fur rippled, making the white speckles on her pelt look especially like falling snow. It was this exact feature that got the she-cat her name, Fallensnow.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sunpelt looked appreciatively at his mate, and then back to Swallowflight. “If you won’t fight, at least stay and protect the elders with Brackenheart.” Sunpelt’s tone was challenging, and his stare was icy.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Three older cats sat next to each other, listening to the cats argue. One of them, a frail black tom, stood. “You have to fight. If not for SkyClan, then for us. Oakstep, Mousefang, and I are all that’s left of the forest cats. We were exiled from our home once, and we can’t do it again.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The group of cats fell silent for a few moments. Then a shaggy black tom spoke up. “Well, I won’t back down.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Neither will I.” This time a younger, blue-gray she-cat spoke. “Blackfur is right. We can’t back down.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We admire your youthful energy and drive, Bluestream. It’s settled. Brackenheart can stay with the elders. But we’ll need every one of our warriors if we wish to even stand a chance.” Spiderstar said, ending the argument.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Swallowflight angrily padded off. A thin gray she-cat, Swiftbrook, followed him. The littermates had been awfully bitter since their father’s death a moon ago. He’d been killed by a swarm of rats. And their mother had suffered the same tragic fate just a season before that. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.284;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">        <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Clan had lost many warriors in the past few seasons, and no kits had been born in moons. The last apprentice to survive to become a warrior was Bluestream, and that’d been 8 moons ago. Their faithful leader, Spiderstar, was on his 7th life and quickly losing faith in StarClan. This was SkyClan’s last hope…