Icewave

My eyes opened to a starry landscape.
"StarClan?" I muttered.
"Yes," replied a voice. A gray tabby tom stood before me. It took me a while to realise he was blind.
"A blind gray tabby... The stories... It can't be!"
"Oh yes, Icewave. I am Jayfeather. Now, listen." He took a pace forward.
"Why are you talking to me? I destroyed the Clans! I plotted against Lionstar!" I backed away. Jayfeather shook his head sadly.
"I know you did," he meowed. "But now my brother is with me in StarClan."
"Wait, what? Your brother? The stories always said you were Hollyleaf's brother, but Lionstar's?" My head reeled. Jayfeather chuckled, then his expression became blank.
"One must answer the call,
Two of them will fall,
Three sunrises from the moon of death,
Four cats will take their final breath."

He shook himself vigorously and looked at me.
"What?" he asked.
"Moon of death.." I muttered. "Moon of death..."

So now you've heard my first vision. After that, Jayfeather continued to warn me of my destiny. About four sunrises after the first vision, I changed all of IceClan's names. I became Icestar. Moon became Moonsnow. Claws became Clawstrike. Deer became Deerpelt. And... Well, you get the idea. Finally, I decided to get it off my chest... Well, here's what happened. It was shortly after dawn. Moonsnow had already sent out the patrols and she pattered over to me.
"Hey, Icestar," she mewed smoothly.
"Hi, Moonsnow," I replied. "I...was wondering..."
"Wondering what?" she asked.
"I was wondering if you would be my mate," I blurted out. Silence fell between us. An icy cold silence. I was the first to break it.
"If you don't want to, it's fine..."
"Oh, no! I do want to!" Her sudden meow startled me. "I was just thinking of the pro- of something."
"Come on, Moonsnow," I meowed. "You can tell me anything." She sighed.
"You'll think I'm crazy... You'll probably banish me. But I had a dream. And Jayfeather was there."
"We need to talk," I hissed. "Privately." Her eyes widened in distress. 
"You're kicking me out."
"Come on!" I growled softly. We left the camp and I led her towards the hollow oak by the border.
"Now I know you're kicking me out," she mewed. I glanced back. Her eyes showed no trace of fear or distress; they were cold and hard with determination. I led her inside the tree.
"Tell me about this dream," I ordered. Her ears flat against her head, she told me her dream. I couldn't believe it; her dream matched mine. Jayfeather, the prophecy, practically everything. Once she finished, she hung her head.
"I know, I know, it was just a dream-" she began. 
"No, it wasn't," I said, cutting her off. "I had the same dream."
"I-I was worried," confessed Moonsnow. "I thought you might be one of the Four."
"Well, let's make sure neither of us are," I mewed, padding towards the entrance. I looked back.
"Do not tell the Clan about this," I ordered. "Do not."

The next morning I awoke and stretched happily. I padded from the den to hear hushed voices.
"What can we do?" Deerpelt's voice reached my ears.
"I don't know- cure him!" Moonsnow gave a panicked yowl.
"Just because you're deputy-" Clawstrike began. I leant closer.
"It's not because I'm deputy!" interrupted Moonsnow. "He's my mate!" That's when I realised they were talking about me. I stepped out into the centre of camp and stared them down. Deerpelt lowered his gaze; Clawstrike cowered. Moonsnow met my gaze challengingly. 
"What's this; the Rogue Club?" I sneered. "You were talking-"
"It's getting worse!" Deerpelt was staring at my tail intensely. His stormy green eyes unnerved me. Moonsnow ushered me away quickly.
"What?" I asked. Okay, snapped.
"Get here!" she hissed, beckoning me towards my den.
"But, Rogue Club Lea-" I began to protest.
"Now!" snarled Moonsnow. I hurried inside. Moonsnow glanced around nervously then followed me inside.
"What?" I growled, turning on her. "I'm fine!"
"Your-your tail," she stammered. I whipped around to glare at it and my eyes widened.
"You... Knew?" I murmured. Moonsnow dipped her head. I showed her my teeth angrily. Because, where my dark-furred tail had been, was a dull orange one. 

"Jayfeather!" I yelped. The starry landscape seemed to shift under my paws.
"Icewave." The tabby greeted me flatly.
"It's Icestar," I said peevishly.
"Whatever," Jayfeather mewed dismissively.
"No, not whatever," I snarled.
"Calm down," he replied. "No wonder your name is Icestar."
"Why is my tail suddenly orange?" I snapped.
"It is not your destiny to stay with IceClan," the blind tabby mewed.
"You expect me to leave?"
"The answer will come soon enough. Oh, look, it's spreading." I turned to see my hind legs and half of my body was now a dull orange. As I watched, my forelegs turned orange. My right forepaw stayed dark-furred, as had my tail-tip, the orange now at my neck. My eyes snapped open to see three cats standing over me, claws unsheathed, teeth bared.

"Deerpelt? Clawstrike? Flameheart?" My eyes widened as I recognised my three assassins.
"It's over, Icestar." Flameheart's powerful voice echoed through the den. "It is obvious you are working for that... StarClan," she spat, tail lashing. I got to my paws.
"Back down," I snarled. "StarClan do not exist."
"Then how did we hear 'Jayfeather! Jayfeather!' You're just a liar." Clawstrike stared me down.
"I considered you loyal! You were practically deputies! And now this?" I prepared to fight them, ready to kill them all if I had to.
"Don't do it, Icewave," meowed a new voice. My heart shattered.
"Not you, Moonsnow. Not you."
"You just... Aren't the right leader to handle The One Who Survived."
"What?" I roared. "I destroyed the Clans! I murdered Twistedhawk! And now you're saying one survived?"
"Yes, but-" began Moonsnow.
"And you think," I seethed, "That I cannot handle one, lousy, good-for-nothing Clan Cat?"
"Get out of IceClan," Deerpelt growled. "You don't belong here." I stalked out of the den.
"Before I leave, you bunch of foxhearts, don't forget who got you here. I plotted against the Clans. I murdered Twistedhawk, Lionstar and countless others. You have done nothing for me. One day, I will return, and I will destroy you."

My paws led me over the ground, taking me to a place of memories, both good and bad. Yowls and battle cries filled my head. The tang of blood was once again on my tongue. The ThunderClan camp. Blood still stained the earth. Bodies lay around the camp- Lionstar, Cinderheart, Squid, Fly- that were rotting and partly eaten. A single claw lay on the ground, covered in dried blood and dust. Something about it called me. Beckoned to me. It was... intriguing. I padded over to it tentatively. I'd feel better with Deerpelt, Clawstrike and Flameheart beside me, I thought, then immediatly scolded myself. That was traitorous thinking. I bent down to sniff the claw and a familiar scent filled the air.
"N-Nightwhisper?" My eyes widened. Grief clawed at my heart. "I'm sorry, mother," I murmured. I could still picture her dull orange pelt, her black forepaws, and flashing violet eyes... Violet eyes? My mother's eyes were green! I looked up to properly see who or what had made me see violet. Instead, I ended up pinned to the ground by a hard-muscled she-cat.

"Who are you?" snarled a voice. "Why do you stand over that claw?"
"Back down, Skullex," said a she-cat from behind us. "This is not our territory."
"You hold no power here, Ripple," the she-cat above me- Skullex- hissed. "I am the leader!"
"Get off me!" I snarled, clawing the she-cat's flank.
"That voice... Those moves... But his pelt was darker... Icewave?" Ripple moved into view and I gasped.
"Mother?" She stood there, dull orange, black pawed, green eyed.
"This is your son? The one who conquered all? The one who destroyed the Clans?" Skullex's eyes locked with mine, slitted and dangerous. Man, was she pretty when she was mad.
"I don't do that anymore," I hissed. "Not since Jayfeather-"
"He visited you?" Skullex's question took me off guard.
"Yeah. 'Moon of Death' and all that." I know this she-cat from somewhere...
"Huh. Wasn't he a healer or something?" she let me up and I shrugged.
"Dunno. Look, I've got no place to go, so-"
"Fine. You can come to the Clowder, I guess."

A figure on the horizon made me flinch.
"It's Crow," I snarled. "I'm sure of it."
"I don't think-" began Skullex.
"It is!" I glared at her and she glared back. The figure drew closer and I realised it was too small to be Crow.
"Ha," smirked Skullex.
"One day," I muttered. I walked towards the cat and meowed a friendly, "Hi!"
"Hi! i'm Lion," replied the young tom. He was black with white tabby markings and ambers eyes. "You don't know of a Skullex, do you?"
"Right here," meowed the she-cat, shooting me an amused glance. The few days since I'd joined the Clowder had been good, even if Skullex was a pain.
But... I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before... And why does Lion remind me of Crow?