So uh, I'm gonna post the chapters of TOSE here! Just because I want to lol. Most of them are short (compared to Warrior Cats) but yea! Also lemme know if you want the list of cats and I'll do it on a separate project. (Also this is a fanfic for WCs) Scroll down First: You are here! Next: - Before: N\A Prologue (Starteller): The blue-grey she-cat sat quietly in her den, her eyes fixed on the sacred pool of water before her. Cool light filtered through the cracks in the ruins above, casting dappled reflections onto the cave walls. As she gazed deeper into the still water, the surface shimmered—and then shifted. Stars erupted across her vision. They drifted, gliding like mist, and then parted to reveal a golden sun, its warm rays spilling across the sky. Beneath it, flocks of birds soared freely, their wings outstretched as though lifted by destiny itself. The vision tugged at her heart, filling her with awe and curiosity. Then the image faded, and the pool became still once more. Starteller blinked and turned at the sound of paws skidding across stone. Flying Fish That Hawk Catch, a brown tabby tom with sharp green eyes, burst into the cave. “Starteller! Come quick—Shining is having her kits!” he called breathlessly. Starteller's ears twitched. Of course. This would be Hawk’s first litter. She scrambled to her paws and quickly gathered a bundle of herbs, tucking them under her chin before racing out of her den. The ancient building that sheltered the kit-mothers glowed with a golden hue from the setting sun, its cracked walls still strong enough to shield the tribe’s most vulnerable. She slipped inside. Shining lay curled on her side, her flanks heaving with effort. Her yellow-orange fur was damp with sweat, and her eyes darted toward the entrance as Starteller padded in. “Hawk! Get a stick for her to bite on!” Starteller ordered quickly. “Tree—take your kits to the Elder’s den, now.” Hawk gave a sharp nod and dashed outside. Tall Tree That Birds Perch On—Tree—nuzzled her two kits, then wrapped her tail around them and gently herded them from the den. Shining let out a sharp gasp. “It’s alright,” Tree soothed, pausing at the entrance. “That’s just a spasm of pain. It’ll pass. You’ll be meeting your kits soon.” The labor didn’t last long. Moments later, Shining sat, exhausted but beaming, her tail curled protectively around a single tiny kit. The newborn’s fur was a soft orange hue, still damp, but already beginning to fluff as it dried. Hawk sat beside his mate, his gaze soft with pride and wonder. “Sunny Day When Birds Soar,” Shining whispered. Starteller’s heart thudded. The vision returned. Again, she saw the sun and the soaring birds—but this time, she understood. The kit was the one from the vision. There could be no doubt. “Starteller?” Shining’s voice trembled slightly. “What job will she be getting? Ruin-Guard? Prey-Hunter? Or… Kit-Mother?” Hawk leaned forward eagerly. “Prey-Hunter, I reckon.” “Hmm… maybe a Kit-Mother,” Tree offered thoughtfully from her nest. Starteller stood, her eyes never leaving the newborn. “None,” she said softly. Shining blinked. “What!?” Rain, one of Tree’s kits, squeaked in confusion. “What do you mean none?!” “Hush, little one,” Tree murmured, wrapping her tail around Rain. “Wait…” Hawk narrowed his eyes. “You mean… a Teller? Your To-Be?” Starteller nodded slowly. “Yes. The Tribe of Stars sent me a vision. This kit... she will be the next Teller of the Stars.” The den fell into awed silence, broken only by the soft cooing of the tiny kit in her mother’s embrace.
Chapter 1 (Storm): Storm padded closely behind Crow That Flies at Night, his black-furred mentor gliding like a shadow through the crumbling paths of the ruins. The sun had barely risen above the ancient stone walls, and the cool morning air hummed with energy. Today was his first real battle training. Storm’s heart pounded with excitement as they reached the Training Shards—a massive stone courtyard surrounded by towering shards of steel and wood that jutted from the ground like claws. Each shard stretched skyward, taller than any tree in their territory, their tips splintered and sharp from seasons of wind and weather. Crow turned to face him. “Keep your claws sheathed,” he instructed calmly, brown eyes glinting. “Now—lunge at me.” Storm narrowed his gaze, crouching low. His paws slid silently over the mossy ground as he prepared to spring. Tension coiled in his muscles. He shifted his weight— “Get to the ruins! Now!” a voice shrieked, cutting through the air like a hawk’s cry. Songbird That Sings the Morning Song sprinted into the training grounds, her brown-and-white pelt bristling and her mismatched eyes wide with fear. Crow whirled around. “Songbird? What’s wrong?” “Wolf!” she gasped, panting hard. Crow’s eyes widened. “Breeze… Grey and Shadow—” Without another word, the black tom bolted back toward the camp, his paws pounding the stone path. Storm scrambled after him, panic already bubbling in his chest. He tried to match his mentor’s pace, but Crow was faster—fear giving wings to his paws. By the time Storm caught up, the camp was alive with urgency. Cats dashed in every direction, alarm flashing in their eyes. Starteller stood tall near the heart of the camp, her gaze sharp but steady. “Storm, Rain!” she called. “Help Tree and Breeze get the kits and elders into my den—now. Crow, find Star, Bird, and Hurricane. Guard the kits and elders while they move. Once they’re inside, stay and defend them.” “Yes, Starteller!” Storm shouted. He dashed toward the Nursery. Tree, his mother, was already standing outside, her green eyes scanning the camp. “Mum!” Storm cried. “There’s a wolf nearby—we need to get you and the kits to Starteller’s den!” Tree’s breath caught. “A wolf? Where?” “No time,” Storm replied. “Come on!” Breeze, already wrapping her tail tightly around her two small kits, lifted Grey by the scruff. Tree grabbed Shadow, and the two she-cats made for the center of the ruins. Crow appeared again, flanking Breeze protectively. His body was tense, his brown eyes locked on the entrance of the ruins. “Breeze!” he called out. “Thank the Tribe of Stars—are you alright?” She nodded quickly, pressing against him. Star, a white she-cat with yellow eyes, stepped forward to guard Tree. Bird rushed to the other side, while Hurricane positioned himself not far off, keeping a sharp watch on the entrance. Storm turned to run. He had to warn Rain. Just as he neared the dens, a deep, bone-chilling howl echoed through the ruins. It was close. Too close. At the entrance to the camp, Clouds That Cover the Moon and Shining stood rigid, their eyes locked on the darkness beyond. They exchanged a nervous glance. Storm barely had time to think when Rain bounded toward him, her dark grey pelt gleaming. “What’s happening?” she asked, eyes wide. “Wolf,” he said simply, breathless.
