Hi guys! Shadows868 here, and guess what? I'M WRITING A STORY!1!11!one! I'm new to this, so it may not be all that great. Rates/reviews are greatly appreciated. Constructed criticism is appreciated as well, just please don't be too mean to meh. Now, without further ado, here is the prologue.

A black she-cat wandered through the forest, a tiny newborn kit dangling in her jaws. She was desperate. She knew she was dead, but she had to save her kit from the same fate.

She turned around to see black she-cat. She was pregnant, by the looks of it. Perfect, she thought. "Who are you?" the queen asked.

"That's not important right now." The cat replied. "I need your help." The cat's mew was desperate. She had to save her kit. Any way she could.

"Why would I help a rouge?" The cat mewed, an edge in her voice.

"Because I'm not a rouge." replied the black she-cat. "Please, take my kit in, raise her with your kit or kits. I don't want her to have the same fate as me..." She put the kit in front of the queen.

The queen sighed.

"Fine."

Meanwhile, in Starclan.

"No, this can't be the cat! She's not pure clanborn!" An orange She-cat mewed.

"We know, Emberfall. We cannot help who is part of a prophecy. We cannot control it. You should know that by now." a brown tom mewed.

"You think I don't know that, Hawktalon? I just wish that it wasn't such a mouse-brained prophecy." Emberfall replied.

"I know how you feel," mewed Hawktalon. "But we cannot defy the word of Starclan."

Both cats padded side by side back to the Starclan camp. They hoped that the prophecy wouldn't be fulfilled.

"The shadow of the breeze will face many things, ridicule and everything in between. There will be two paths. She will either go through the reeds and into the light, or get carried into the darkness by the Hawk's talons.