I've always been intrigued by the unknown leader of Sky. Yes, I came up with a look and gender for Sky in Shattered Love (You don't have to read that to get this), but I didn't come up with her story. This is how the leader of the fifth and mysterious Clan came to be and her forgotten past.

Prologue

Above the sleeping forest the stars shimmered in peace. The busy sound of the Twolegplace buzzed in the background but disturbed no cats. Though the Clans were resting, their fallen warriors were working in the heavens.

In StarClan's home, the warriors didn't show prejudice against one another. Their bloodlines were forgotten, forming them into one Clan. Grudges due to scars faded when a cat joined their ancestors. Those who still felt anger and hatred were soon banished to the Place of No Stars. It was unknown who decided on the residency for a deceased cat. However, it wasn't questioned.

A starry meadow shone in the light. Several dens were constructed within the small clearing. Cats wandered around, keeping themselves busy. Warriors would hunt the spirits of their fallen prey, never feeling tired as they raced through the skies. Elders and queens shared stories as they watched over the kits.

Lately, the kits had grown bored. They scampered around, bugging warriors for one story or another. A cluster of small kits gathered around a fallen tree. One kit was desperately trying to join them.

"Runningkit! Get back here!" a she-cat yelled. A tabby tom glanced at the dark queen before racing away from her. She didn't go after him. Instead, she went to check the nursery.

Relieved, Runningkit knew that he wouldn't have to hide from her. He spotted the group of kits he escaped his mother for. The small bundles of shining fur were crowded around a few warriors, looking for entertainment. Kestrelkit, a brown tom, saw his friend and motioned him over.

Runningkit glanced up to see Lightningtail standing on the fallen tree. Murmurs traveled through the gathered kits. The first ThunderClan deputy flicked his tail, showing the rambunctious kits he wanted to speak.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Lightningtail rasped. The group quieted down, though each young cat had excitement in their eyes. Small whispers traveled through friends, barely loud enough to distract the warrior.

"What story are you going to tell us?" Willowkit, a fluffy, tan she-cat, asked. Lightningtail didn't have time to respond as each kit spoke their own opinion.

"How about how ThunderClan used the frozen rive to raid RiverClan?"

"No, not that one! Tell us how the Clans found Mothermouth."

"That's lame. Can we hear how the Fourtrees came to be?"

As the kits argued, they didn't notice the arrival of two newcomers. Lightningtail saw however and bowed his head, showing respect for the two she-cats. One had snow white fur, spreading from nose to tail-tip with the exception of her gray paws that resembled storm clouds. The other was jet black with dark gray stripes on her legs and tail.

Together, the she-cats walked around the group and bounded up the fallen tree. They rested next to the ThunderClan deputy, gazing at him with warm eyes.

"Greetings, what brings you here?" Lightningtail meowed. The white she-cat took a step forward, facing the group of kits. However, the young cats hadn't noticed the strangers.

"I decided to come and tell them a story. One they've never heard before," she purred. At the sound of her voice, the kits stalled with their eyes glued on her. She laughed at their behavior, loving how innocent kits were.

"Who's that?" Runningkit whispered. Lightningtail heard him and smiled. He placed his tail on the dark-furred she-cat. Her green eyes shone brighter than dew on leaves. She fidgeted slightly from all the attention.

"This is Duskpetal. She was a loyal warrior back when I was alive." The kits failed to notice that he didn't mention which Clan she belonged to. Under their gaze, Duskpetal stepped back. Her white-furred friend took a step forward.

An aura of power rippled along with the stars around her. The kits seemed to be holding their breath, noticing the strength in her muscles. There wasn't a single kit who knew who she was.

"I was the leader of a long forgotten Clan. Along with Thunder and the others, I helped establish the warrior code," she explained. One kit suddenly got excited. Her silver fur fluffed up as her eyes widened. Runningkit recognized her as Dawnkit, but he didn't know which Clan she belonged to either.

"What story are you going to tell us then?" Dawnkit asked. The white she-cat shot a warm smile at her. Tails and whiskers twitched with excitement, desperate to hear what she would say.

"I'm going to tell you the story of how SkyClan was formed. And how their leader came to be," she meowed. Confusion traveled through the crowd. The tom next to Dawnkit gave a joyful bounce. If Runningkit had to guess, he'd say that the tom was SkyClan. For a moment, he wondered why the Clan seemed so familiar, but at the same time, a distant memory.

"But how do you know that?" Again, the she-cat smiled. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light, mirroring the stars glowing in her fur. Beside her, Duskpetal drew her tail over her paws.

"I know the story because I lived it. I'm the founder of SkyClan," she paused as the kits gasped. "Now, this is how I, Sky, became the leader of SkyClan."

I don't own Warriors, but I do own this version of Sky and Duskpetal.