Prologue

If stars could sing, then SkyClan would be with the Clans still.

If the moon could smile, ShadowClan wouldn't be so cruel.

If the sun could dance, ThunderClan wouldn't get teased.

If the wind could speak, RiverClan wouldn't be as snobby.

If the sky could whisper, WindClan would be more willing.

And if Sky never came to the Clans, then all would be lost.

And Sky looked up at Silverpelt, thinking all this, as her pure black pelt bathed in the soft, silver moonlight.

Her shimmering blue gaze rested on one star and one star only.

Firestar's star.