Prophecy Creator/You Can Request a Prophecy from Dimmeh! [outta boredom]

So, the title says all - you can create prophecies that you make in your spare time here! (If no one joins, that's alright, I'm just here to express my creativity)

Prophecy 1: The Small and the Shrewd
The small and the meek shall rise.
The greedy and shrewd demise.
For the breadth of hope shall diminish,
and the silence of fear is finished.
There are two with the power of many,
One day the prey shall be plenty,
The return of the great shall triumph,
And the weak who now remain defiant.
With a pelt like the color of snow,
Trapped in the tunnels below,
One from each clan,
they go and in hand,
Two from each clan, stars say so.
Married to hope are the wicked,
and the evil are cursed and skinted,
for the look in their eyes,
and the stars in the skies,
and final beliefs are fitted.
When day turns to night,
and the ebony sky
is finally at its peak,
hope will come,
to finally numb,
the pain of the small and the weak.

Prophecy 2: Final Prayers
Whence the final prayers are spoken,
The spirits of good have awoken,
Through the nooks of the heart that are dormant,
Hope comes on the wings of cormorants.
And when pride triumphs over sense,
and all intellect is rid of the dense,
There is still a hope in the hearts of the
eloped, who have broken the rules and bent them.
For the code of the warriors is naught,
When other apprentices must be taught,
to fight for the life of the plenty,
and protect the offspring of many.
The hymns of the spirits are sung,
although innocent's necks are wrung,
the hope of the cats is scarcely any.
But with pride that will not catch fresh-kill,
and the hatred that bubbles up is still,
let the hearts of the good remain young.
With all of the fear we have seen;
with where the hearts of the wicked have been;
we are still strong, our hearts sheen.

Prophecy 3: A Slash to Save
One slash to save the lives of the innocent,
one slash to continue a generation.
When all elderly came and went,
Young, are the newest nation.
Banded together are the new and strong,
For I shall be gone, in not so long,
For love is a majesty, creating the new,
I can remember the births of all of you.
Just a single strike to save,
A strike to the hearth,
A strike in the night,
A strike in the dark.
Refusal is futile, you must save them all,
A strike to the heart, is refusing blight's call,
When famine and flood curse the land of the young,
A wish of the joyful remains unsung.
And the light of the past,
has grown dimmer and yet,
the evil and wicked,
have not simmered in debt.
The actions they do,
and consequences they hold,
are something unheard of;
they're something untold.

Prophecy 4: Echoing Shrieks
Through a sable storm we dance,
and the pain, slicing like a lance,
it shall crumble our power
till the final hour
and the strength of the meek shall advance.
For prophecies of might behold,
the stories of elders told,
and one day the tiger,
whose words become dryer,
has killed and caught the bold.
Sharp as the thistle are fangs,
Lost in the fantasy of thought,
Bringing the sorrowful pangs,
that one day you'd thought you had lost.
And no matter how short the reign,
it has still existed in time,
and brought upon us such great pain,
until the kit's shrill mewling has chimed.
For the power of love is the key,
Yet now, it does not follow me,
For I, so cold,
Could not have known
that there is a way that I could see.

Prophecy 4: Betrayal
The kin of the russet beauty,
the bane of the sly community,
the little kits, who in turn are my kin,
for once, I believe they're my duty.
A by-product of unimaginable love,
doubted by all true souls above,
when these young kits shall be seen,
next, they'll be lithe and lean.
For when I grow old, now, I'll know,
when they were born in the snow,
I should've been more caring,
Try being less daring,
and allowed them to stay, so aglow.
Does it have to be a trait that I have learned?
Does it have to be something for which I yearn?
Does it have to be,
the kin of me,
something I'm ashamed to show.

Prophecy 5: Pathfinder
To sow what you have reaped,
from foreign lands,
to lull yourself asleep,
in alien hands,
to live a life you've longed for,
sing what you made songs for,
you'll find your path.
The way to true happiness,
is not hard to find,
with hope comes fear,
it's true,
that is entwined.
Yet love is the passageway,
to each and every day,
where you live without fear.
When you are faced with a challenge,
of unimaginable prize,
imagine your family,
just shut your eyes.
For the felidae,
who have lost the war,
have nothing to say,
nothing more.
The ones who have won,
and the war, whence done,
has ravaged the state and the city.

Prophecy 6 (Icu's Request~!): Tiny Legs, Big Heart
I was someone so absurd,
I was better; I was sure.
I lead myself to be the best I could,
until I met her, I knew I would
I knew I could fall in love.
With adoration in my heart,
it swelled with the hope of stars above.
My offspring; they meant so much to me.
They were there; a clover, a cloud, a pansy;
a white hope, and a cherry.
With my tiny legs, I moved awkwardly, yet I was accepted -
I was accepted as I never expected to be.
And though I never expected -
They finally recognized me.
My life continued on;
a mentor, a father, a brother.
I was a saviour to my kits;
my clan and my significant other.
My father was the leader, the grace of the name of SkyClan,
A crow with a deep black pelt,
could I ever lead like he can?
I am a leader to my kits,
and to my family,
I have tiny legs, but a big heart,
that all the rest can see.

Prophecy 7: You're Going to Make it Out, All Right
"You're going to make it out, all right,"
is what they told me.
"You're going to make it out, all right,"
was all I could even see.
My mother, father, siblings, too,
agreed with them:
"And we're coming with you!"
But one thing they didn't tell me,
was the impending death,
that loomed upon me,
until my final breath.
I died too young,
or that's what spirits said,
an infant too young,
to be proclaimed dead.

Prophecy 8: A Sign From the Stars
I never thought you'd be here.
Seeking my help.
I never thought I'd shed a tear.
But they now stain my pelt.
I am weak and woeful,
A deceased disturbance.
To help the doleful;
A bright brilliance.
It graced the earth,
and rids it of greed,
the first rebirth,
a saviour we need.
StarClan;
do you think we can help?
I'd really like to, I really would.
And I would help you, if I really could.
But I'm just a cat,
with stars in my fur,
and you are a mortal;
of flesh, you are pure.
I am subject to the stars;
trapped within a tar.
I have turned myself to a vein of fear,
the ones I love won't dare to near,
I feel like falling,
down to earth,
but StarClan's calling,
for my mirth.

Prophecy 9: With Luck on My Side
Luck is a monster,
with slyness and greed,
Pride is a devil,
who reaps an evil seed,
Love is a trickster,
A liar too,
and Life is a god,
who wants to trap you.

Prophecy (More like a song) 10: Like the Edge of the Blade
[Female singer]: To the dawn of the new age,
to the start of the new stage,
of the dark we've become a larval terror.
We have told each other
that defeat is a sin...
But that mistake is merely an error.
[Male and Female]: But pride is disappearing,
and we must band like kin.
[Male]: With the love
that we've obtained,
and the fear
that we've slain,
we are someone of a fraction
of pride.
But with heartiness in our souls,
and the stranger tales we've told,
we know that we survive.
[Male and Female]: The darkness that consumes me,
in the darkest of nights,
I can die of a battle wound,
or you'll starve me outright.
But I will never forfeit,
my glory for shame,
No stunning upset,
can ruin my name.
[Male and Female, quietly]: If dusk is a nightmare,
then I am mortified,
if I was lead by you all,
then I should be terrified.
I don't trust you anymore, the darkness is a sheath,
For someone much darker,
someone hiding underneath.
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Ehhh. I'll get more later.
If you wanna request one, if you like em, go ahead and do it. I'm perfectly fine with that. Now it's time to imagine that Blacktwig said all of this.
Also, I know they're more poems/songs. Dun say nothin about it.

Rising from the ashes
A great flame will sweep through the fields,
cleansing it of any impurities.
Lives will be lost and a war will be won.
Yowls of agony and suffering,
no one is dismissed without a scar to remember.
But no, they will not be beaten so easily,
and from the ashes they shall rise!
Rise as one in heart and soul,
for they are lead by the stars,
the stars that shine bright through darkness.
No matter how much they are endure,
bruised and battered till they fall,
all of them shall stand strong,
family and friends alike.
From this,
they will follow the path to redemption,
not in need of holding grudges,
but instead searching for a better future!
Although much has been said about their motives,
they do not feed off the mockery of others,
and are confident in knowing where their loyalties lie.
Each and every one of them understands,
that they have a purpose in life,
that they can make a difference.
Looking to an overcast of hazy smoke,
they will no longer be looked down upon,
but instead cherished and appreciated.
They shall no longer except no for an answer,
taking what they want,
but only for the greater good.
And although their souls scorched,
never to forget the times of hardship,
nothing will stand in their way.

No matter what trials they must endure...
the moor runners will last forever.

Wings Of Fire Prophecy made by your Poptart.
Claws Of Ice.

The treasures of Ice Have been Found.
But there’s still one more set in the ground.
To save pyrria from destruction.
Follow these wise insturctions.
Find the SkyWing egg of brightest green.
In the deepest part of the swamp the wings of mud awaits unseen.
The sandwing egg of darkest brown. Is hidden alone underneath the ground.
For Wings OF Night search very hard.
Hidden in the volcano ,black and large.
For the seawing egg search In the river. There it lays with an electric charge.
Three icewing heirs for the throne.
One piece of treasure no-one owns.
Five dragonets to save the land.
Their Destiny is so great and grand.
Find the Diamond staff that weighs so less.
And bores the Icewing royal crest.
All born on the brightest night.
Born to stop the treacherous fight.
The brilliant light of justice is coming...

wHAT

WHY ARE YOU ALL SO GOOOD AT MAKIN PROPHECIES
i'ma add a new one!

These are really cool!! Just gonna put a quick reminder that none of these prophecies can actually be used in RP without the permission of staff~

I'm sure you all knew that but better safe than sorry <3

Yeah, I knew that, I was just doing this for fun ;) If I forgot though, then thank you~!

now you make one edgy //shot

Thanks! No-one notices i'm nine... Oh and i look like i'm 13-14 years old cuz i'm super tall in real life.

This one is just random...
Raging fires will consume the world
Soon the secrets will unfurl
To the clans from great disaster
You must run to the stony hills even faster (sorry that one was crappy)
Find the cats of the stary nights
With all your power, numbers and might
If you fail the clans will peril
And if success then thrive from terror
Wreaking havoc a trouble comes along
Big,Hairy, Tall and long.
Find the first with a fiery pelt (describing the cats)
Second with a deep welt (wound)
Third has eyes of the moon (technically blind)
Fourth is the one with the lovely tune.
Until you find all the cats,
The felines of the stars will collapse (StarClan)

Did you like it?

Yeah~! You're good at writing for nine years old!