The Blue Cat

Prolouge
A gray tom sat in the center of ForestClan camp, digging his long fangs into a delicoud mouse. All was peaceful in the camp; kits playing, warriors sharing tounges, elders joking with the senior warriors, just as the clan should be.

The gray tom had yellow-amber eyes, patches of fur missing, and scars all over his pelt. Surprising enough, he wasn't that old. He was barely a senior warrior, despite the fact that most would think that he was much older because of all of his battle scars.

The gray tom finished his meal, licked his whiskers clean, and looked up to see the medicine cat, Flowerpad, standing over him. "I guess we'll have to go get your nine lives tomorrow, Peltscar." she sighed, pointing with her claw at his shoulder, "You've opened some of your old wounds when you fell out of that tree, I don't want you leaving camp just yet."

"Fine" the tom, Peltscar, sighed. He glanced behind him, towards the dead body of Goldstar. He felt a pang of grief for the former leader. "We'll go tomorrow. We can't let this clan go long without a leader; this peace won't last."

"And I give you your leader name, Peltstar." meowed a silver she-cat, stepping back from Peltstar.

"Thank you, Silverbird." Peltstar meowed, dipping his head as the StarClan cats all around him cheered. He felt much stronger now that he had his nine lives and his name.

He was standing in a clearing in the StarClan forest. There was mostly ForestClan cats around him, but there were also a few NightClan cats. Above him the huge, gray sky shone down ont eh clearing. He had heard that in some places, the sky was blue. Pfft, imagine it. Blue sky!

"Before you go," Silverbrid mewed, interupting Peltstar's thoughts, "I have something very important to tell you. The azure sky will bring fight, blood, and a terrible victory."

"But..." Peltstar meowed, surprised, " azure sky? But the sky has always been gray!"

Chapter 1: Azurekit
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