A LIFE RENEWED
PROLOGUE
A silver tom with forest green eyes sat on the edge of a small pool, staring into the deep blue water, reflecting the starlight around his paws and dancing around his ears. A rustle in the emerald green ferns behind him made him jump, but the silver tom's hackles lowered again when he saw the newcomers, a large, heavily muscled ginger tom with huge white paws, and a lean, wiry, mouse-brown she cat. The ginger tom dipped his head.
"River. It is good to see you again." River's ear twitched. "And you too, Thunder, Wind. Where would Shadow be at this moment, when we need her so?" Thunder scoffed, his deep growl echoing around the hollow.
"Shadow is probably back in her nest, seeing as she doesn't want anything to do with this."
"Excuse you, Thunder?" The founding leaders of ThunderClan, WindClan and RiverClan turned to see a long-haired black she cat stalking towards them. "I do have an interest in these kits. They do have distant ShadowClan heritage, you know."
"Which you only tell us a million times a day!" River hissed, unsheathing his claws.
"Enough! We must speak of this kit's destiny!" snarled Wind. "There is no time for Clan rivalries! We are in StarClan, for StarClan's sake!"
River put his claws away. "She's right. We are gathered here for a reason. We have had an omen. Agreed?" without waiting for a reply, he continued. "A storm is upon us. For good or for bad, we do not yet know. The kit the omen speaks of will have to make that choice for himself." Thunder sat and wrapped his tail over his paws.
"River speaks the truth. This kit, born into RiverClan to Rainflower and Shellheart, will change the destiny of the Clans. We must guide him on his journey to greatness, though he will encounter darkness along the way. The Dark Forest is rising. And this is the cat we need to help keep them at bay. We will send a dream to Brambleberry. River, that will be your task. Remember, be vague as to whom the kit is. Good luck, my friend."