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"A cat the color of stormy skies? Are you sure?" Asked a gray she cat. "Yes. And starclan directed it to your clan, I'm sure." Her companion was a strong gray and white tom. The she cat narrowed her eyes and spoke. "Are you? Are you, Graytail? This is real, not just a hoax?" Graytail, the other medicine cat, looked taken aback. "Do you not trust me, Sagefoot? Even after all we've been through together, do you not trust me?" He questioned. The she cats gaze softened and she spoke again. "Of coarse I do, Graytail. You have always been a friend of mine. Now I must go warn my clan." Then she was off. She didn't even hear Graytail meowing "Good luck!" Behind her.
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"A cat the color of stormy skies,
With him the forest's future lies;
The heart of the storm can only be seen,
When he realises the coming fate of the land of green"
Sagefoot stopped coming suddenly Owlstar stepped forward to speak to her frightened clan. "Cats of Soarclan, we come from generations of strong, swift, smart cats. Even if this storm starclan speaks of is as terrible as it possibly could be, we will survive, as we always had and will continue to do." Yowls of agreement burst into the air. When the clan was finished, Owlstar spoke again. "Get some rest, all of you. There will be plenty of work to do in the morning and we need to be well rested." The leader then jumped down from the ledge and padded over to his den. The dark brown tom drifted off into sleep, as did the rest of his clan.
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"A cat the color of stormy skies?" The grey she-cat sounded unconvinced. "Plenty of cats are the color of stormy skies." She flicked her tail. "I am the color of stormy skies!"

Her companion, a large grey and white tom, shrugged. "That's what the prophesy said." The she-cat opened her mouth to speak, but the tom went on. "And then StarClan showed me an owl soaring through your territory. So, yes, I am sure that it was directed to your clan."

The she-cat narrowed her eyes. "If StarClan directed the prophesy towards SoarClan, why didn't they give it to me?" The was a challenge in her bright amber eyes as she questioned the tom.

Sighing, the tom answered, growing impatient. "I don't know, Sagefoot. StarClan is mysterious. Maybe 'the land of green' refers to the entire forest, and the 'coming fate' affects all of the clans."

Sighing again, he looked up at Silverpelt. "We must trust what our ancestors tell us...." His voice trailed off. "Sometimes, they are the only ones who can save us." He met Sagefoot's gaze. "Will you warn your clan?" He urged.

Sagefoot nodded. "It does sound as if it was directed towards SoarClan..." She looked away for a moment, as if she wasn't sure about her decision. "I don't have much of a choice. My Clanmates need to be aware of any possible threat." She watched the tom nod agreement before getting to his paws.

"Good choice." He mewed. "Goodbye, Sagefoot!" He called over his shoulder before sprinting away into a stream. Sagefoot waited until the tip of his tail had vanished into the reeds, which grew as thickly around the stream as hairs on a rabbit's pelt.

"Thanks for the warning, Graytail." She mewed under her breath, turning in the direction of the camp. She stared at the ground as she walked, in deep thought. "If the prophesy is for SoarClan, the cat must be in SoarClan." She murmured.

She paused. "Am I the cat in the prophesy?" She pondered this thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "No, I can't be." She trudged on, trying to push the thought out of her head, but it stuck in her mind like a tick.

Before entering camp, she looked up towards Silverpelt, admiring the glinting lights that shone through the emerald green canopy. "StarClan, tell me who the prophesy cat is." She mewed before padding into the clearing.

The SoarClan camp was a flat clearing, sheltered by the branches of surrounding trees. A tall boulder known as sky-rock sat in the center, and Owlstar addressed his clan from the top. The dens were shallow dips with walls made of brambles, and they lined the clearing.

Sagefoot turned towards the leader's den, and padded over to it. She stopped before walking in. "May I come in?" She mewed, hoping she wouldn't wake Owlstar. She waited until she heard "Come in.", and then she entered.

She sat down next to Owlstar's nest. "Sorry I had to wake you up so early," She apologized. "But this is urgent." Owlstar's ears pricked. "Go on." He urged. Sagefoot nodded towards the entrance. "The whole clan should hear this." She said.

Owlstar got to his feet. "Very well." He exited his den, and Sagefoot followed. It only took two bounds for Owlstar to climb sky-rock. The moon was reflected in his eyes when he called the familiar words to gather the clan.

"All cats old enough to claw an opponent, gather to hear my words." After a few moments, the first cat to emerge from their den was Rockclaw, who arched his back to stretch, and then yawned. "W-why did you wake us up, Owlstar?"

The warrior looked tired and confused. Owlstar, however, ignored his question and instead watched as the clearing filled up with the rest of the clan. When everyone was seated, Owlstar began. "Sagefoot came into my den with some news." He blinked down at Sagefoot before continuing.

"I have not heard this news yet. Sagefoot feels that the whole clan should know." He looked down at Sagefoot. "Begin." He ordered. Sagefoot rose her voice so that the whole clan could hear.

"There is a prophesy." She began. Excited murmurs rippled throughout the clan. Owlstar hushed them with a flick of his tail. Sagefoot hesitated before beginning. Maybe she should keep the mysterious prophesy to herself for now.

But Graytail's words were fresh as dew in her mind: "We must trust what our ancestors tell us... Sometimes, they are the only ones who can save us." Sagefoot sighed. She had to tell her clan.

"A cat the color of stormy skies,
With him the forest's future lies;
The heart of the storm can only be seen,
When he realises the coming fate of the land of green."

Sagefoot looked around at her clanmates' reactions. They were murmuring uneasily to each other. Sagefoot was able to pick up "...coming fate?" and "...storm?".

With a shudder, she realized that her Clanmates must be as confused and daunted as she was. Owlstar must have noticed the tension as well, because he stepped forward to speak again.

"Cats of SoarClan, I understand that you must be afraid of what the future has in store for us. But we must acknowledge that we are descended from many generations of strong, swift, smart cats."

"Even if this storm is the worst storm possible, we will survive, as we always have, and will continue to do." Cats- including Sagefoot- gave yowls of support and agreements. Sagefoot felt her spirits rise. No matter what would happen, she would have her clan, and her clan would have her.

Owlstar dismissed the meeting with a quick flick of his tail, and everyone went back to their dens. Sagefoot did too. Her duties needed to be done- even though there was so much excitement about the prophesy- and she needed to be rested.

When Sagefoot drifted off into sleep , she found herself in the nursery. She was standing over the two newest kits, Stormkit and Stealthkit. Stormkit! Sagefoot gasped. Why didn't she realize this before? Stormkit must be the cat in the prophesy!

He is the color of stormy skies, and his name is Stormkit. Sagefoot gave an excited bounce. She must talk to Owlstar tomorrow. Should she tell Stormkit? When he's ready. Thought Sagefoot as the nursery faded away.

Oh wow, I improved so much! Also, sorry I was slacking off... I was a bit busy with other things. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

I will probably take the old one down in a few weeks.