This is my story! yay! Read onn
All of my chapters are being revised By Dewfrost, so they should be better spelled and grammar-ized and such. Plus, she's added a few pretty funny additions to each entry, so i suggest you read on again!
Everybody, come here!" a voice bellowed over the still pond. Instantly, the shapes of starry cats appeared, gathering around a blue-gray she-cat in the middle of the group. When they all had assembled around her, the blue cat meowed.
"We have seen a new prophecy! Darkness, air, water and sky will come together, and shake the forest to its roots. What shall we do about it?" The cats around her murmered to each other at these words.
"Bluestar," meowed a dark cat. "I say we go for pizza!"
A few cats called out in agreement.
"How can you think about your stomach at a time like this, Deadfoot?" Bluestar hissed.
"We go for pizza every Wednesday. If that's not good enough for you, I advise you go pad in some other bunch of stars!" Deadfoot rolled his eyes.
"I think we should pick some kitties from the clans to fulfill the prophecy!" another voice suggested.
"Good idea. Any objections?" Bluestar mewed.
No one replied.
"Okay then, we pick kitties! I mean cats."
Suddenly, a voice burst into song: "Go Oakheart! Go Oakheart! He' the best! He's the best! If he can't think of an idea...no one can! GOOOO Oak-"
"We have no time for cheering sessions, Stonefur," Spottedleaf mewed coolly. Her voice changed. "We have to see how Firestar is! I must know how he is. Come on, if anyone deserves a cheering session, it's him." Her voice faded dreamily.
Bluestar shook her head sadly. "To the pooool!" She yowled. "Here is my choice for ThunderClan!"
All the cats leaned forward to the starry pond to take a gander at Bluestar's chosen cat.
"That one, Bluestar?" Oakheart cried in surprise.
"Yes, that one!" Bluestar retorted.
"But, it's an elder," Someone pointed out. Bluestar whipped her head around to the pool. "Oh. oops." She changed the cat in the water, and then cleared her throat. "Look again!"
All the cats looked into the pond. A dark tabby was crouched in the grass, ready to hunt. The cats looked at each other before magically pulling out index cards with numbers on them.
"I give Brambleclaw a 9!" Whitestorm called, holding his number. Bluestar nodded and turned to a black cat named Nightstar, who yowled, "I give him a 7!" Bluestar turned to the last cat, Stonefur. "10!" Stonefur called, and Bluestar raised a critical eyebrow at her son's enthusiasm.
"What?" he mumbled. "I like writing the zero with the one next to it! It's so fun!"
Bluestar rolled her eyes before letting Crookedstar step forward to bring forth his own cat. "See and approve my choice for RiverClan!"
In the clear water was an image of a beautiful silver she-cat. All the cats, the toms in particular, mewed their agreement.
"Feathertaaail," Oakheart mewed. "Soooo pretty." Seeing Bluestar's scandalized look, he mewed quickly."But you are the prettiest, Bluestar! Really, I mean, those eyes! Wow! How could any tom ever-"
Nightstar cut him off by padding up to the pool. "ShadowClan's cat shall be her!"
Once again, the assembled cats turned their gazes to the water. "Tawnypelt?" Yellowfang said uncertantly. "She's Brambleclaw's brother!"
"So?" Nightstar asked.
Yellowfang nodded. "True," she muttered.
"I can't think of anything to say about her, lets move on." Oakheart called.
"I know," agreed Spottedleaf. "I mean, it's like the authors are purposely ignoring her or something."
Deadfoot stepped forward. "I choose, this cat!" This time, when the cats looked, they all gasped.
"Oh my LionClan," Spottedleaf murmered. "Crowpaw could compete with Firestar!"
All the she-cats yowled their approval, and the toms did too because they wanted the she-cats to like them. Deadfoot was surprised that he had gotten away with choosing an apprentice so easily.
"I guess eni meni miny moe does work!" He thought happily to himself.
"We shall visit these cats in dreams, and inform them of their task!" Bluestar caterwauled to the cats of StarClan. The cats began to disperse, and Bluestar saw Spottedleaf crouched alone at the bank of the pool.
Thinking she might be doing something constructive, Bluestar joined her. She sighed in annoyance when she saw Spottedleaf going through the pictures of Firestar: Firestar catching a mouse, Firestar fighting Tigerclaw, Firestar in the Bahamas, Firestar killing Scourage, and finally, Firestar visiting his kits in the nursery, kits that were not Spottedleaf's.
"Curse that Sandstorm!" Spottedleaf muttered. "Why did I ever give him my blessing with her?"
"SPOTTEDLEAF!" yowled Bluestar. Spottedleaf whipped around. "I wasn't doing anything, Bluestar!"
Bluestar shook her head yet again, leaving Spottedleaf with her Firestar slideshows.