Heyo! Name's Fiery, and this is the first book I'm actually taking seriously. (audience claps) I know, I know. Thank you. Anyway, the prologue is bad but stick around! I had to split most of my chapters into two or three parts to make them shorter! Enjoy, and eat popcorn!

Prologue~~

Twilight hung heavily over the open moor, a blanket of dark indigo. The only sign of light were the stars in the sky, some obscured by light clouds. Feline shapes streaked over the earth, appearing one by one over each ridge. Fretful whispers came from the group. One, a young, thin, wiry tom stood above them all, turning around to face his companions with a yowl. "We will find a new home in time! Do not fear, we will make FrostClan great again! StarClan has shown me the way and we will find our new home soon enough, my friends." Whispers began to cease, but one yowl, another tom, rang out above the rest.

"What if we find another Clan? We've been without other Clans for generations, how could we cope with borders, battles, and territory?"

The lead cat nodded, "We shall adapt. I understand your thoughts, Sunripple, but StarClan has warned me there will be two other clans. Remember the prophecy!" His voice rose to a yowl, "Frost can cover any ground, and even when the darkness comes, rolling clouds shall still shield us from the coming storm! We are FrostClan! We are the Frost!"

Yowls rose to agree, from the oldest warrior to youngest of kits. "FrostClan! Rainstar! FrostClan! Rainstar! FrostClan!"

One she-cat stood on the sides of the group as they settled down for the night, her fur as black as the sky itself. A young tom, looking to be seven moons old crept over to her, eyes wide, "B-blackfeather? I- I know what the Storm is…"

The she-cat - Blackfeather - immediately jerked out of her daze. "Quick, here, whisper it."

"The Frost is us, saying we can cover any ground to get there, wherever there is. Darkness is a clan, rolling clouds is a clan, and the storm is a battle! Whoever the darkness is doesn't want us, and the clouds will protect us. But I got the next part of the prophecy, too. For the shield of the sky, the Frost must feed the clouds first. So what do you think it means, Blackfeather?"

"Well, first, I am glad you got your first prophecy, young one." Blackfeather smiled, amber eyes glowing brightly at him, "I believe it means we must help the clouds before they help us. Come, Firepaw. Let us go tell Rainstar."

The two cats slowly climbed over the sleeping warriors in the open field, leaping up to a small cavern in the ridge. Two voices already whispered in the den, heated.

"I can't keep going on like this, Rainstar! The kits are coming!"

"Morningwish, I know. But you'll have to talk to Blackfeather…"

The gray tabby looked out to see the two medicine cats waiting patiently, tails flicking. Blackfeather flicked her tail, "Come with me Morningwish. I have an herb to make them come later. Firepaw, explain to Rainstar please. Your dream." Black and creamy pelts disappeared off the ridge, leaving a light gray tabby and dark ginger tom in the dark den. Meanwhile, as Firepaw and Rainstar spoke, several warriors spoke of their faith in their leader, a couple talked of their misgivings on the situation. Soon, all was silent. Blackfeather had not been able to keep the kits waiting, so Morningwish had kitted. Three healthy kits, two pale like her, one just like their brown tabby father. But when he came out, the tabby had no other markings, besides stripes. The next second they look back, he has white toes and a white chest. He seemed to be a lighter tabby too. But no cat asked questions. They all thought they hadn't looked hard enough.

The kit wailed in the open grass, screeching with fear. No no NO! This wasn't supposed to, I didn't want to lose it all! I am Hawkfrost, with all my memories, I am… who am I? I am a kit. This is my mother. My head hurts… who is Hawkfrost? I- I…. tired… I Hawkfrost… Head…. Ow… Black.

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