Were the Willow's Whisper

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This is the backstory for my OC called WillowStar. This might have things that will scare young readers.
Prologue
Moonlight lit a empty cavern. A cat walked in, her pelt gleaming in the moonlight. It walked down the cavern before resting in a area filled with white crystals the shone like the moon. She jumped from one to another before resting on the biggest one. The crystal glowed and her pelt shone like it was made of stars. 
"Glowing Quartzs, come out!" The cat said, her pelt shining white.
Cats seemed to jump out of the crystals like they were made out of it, there pelts glowing brightly. 
"CrystalLight!" One of the cats said, "Its amazing to see you, our minds were lost when you left!" 
"Well I did regret leaving you!" The cat said, "StarClan has been driving me crazy!"
"I'm sure they did, now I want to talk to you." The cat said.
CrystalLight jumped down and walked off with a white she-cat. They entered another cavern and sat down. CrystalLight's grey fur shone brightly. 
"I want to write a prophecy with you." The cat said.
"Very well IceMoth. What is it about?" The cat said.
They talked for a while before walking out.
"I have news on the prophecy!" IceMoth said, "As you know, we were given news and now we have made it a offical prophecy!"
Murmurs broke through the crowd of cats filled with wonder.
"A williow will come and crack the quartz." IceMoth said in a low voice.
Chapter 1
The air was plesent and cool as a black she-kit looked around at the trees around her. It had only been a day since her mother and father died in a fox attack and now she was all alone with no parents to gaurd her. She was 3 moons old and as she scanned the area, she felt as if she had lost something. 
"Why are you looking around out there?" her brother exclaimed, "Do you want to be eaten by foxes?"
"No Wind! I'm praying to StarClan that mother and father are safe up in StarClan!" the she-kit hissed in annoyance. 
"Ok, alright Willow." the grey tom said a little annoyed.
Willow turned her head embracing the winds that blew. They were close to a mountain that was filled with snow. Willow had always wanted to go up there as her fur was quite long. She could easily get up there and not feel as cold as other cats with short fur. She sighed walking into the hollow in a tree they had called home. "Do you guys want to play mossbal?" a white tom said. "Sure." the two kits said plainly. 
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