Prologue

"Wait... there's more to the prophecy?" Dewleaf gaped.

"Yes." Bluestar meowed.

"The cherry that blooms will have the darkness that rises, and the darkness can only be stopped by the dew that sparkles on a leaf." She mewed.

Then, she vanished with a poof of dust, and Dewleaf was left in swirling darkness, his mind buzzing with confusion.

He saw visions of dark shadows swimming in a river of blood, slashing at cats and killing them as they zoomed by.

"Snowfall! Dewleaf! Ambermoon! Help!" He heard voices scream out.

"No! What's... what's going on?" Dewleaf demanded, stamping a paw on the black nothingness.

"Don't give up. Don't stop trying. Defeat him. Your own nephew." A voice whispered in his head.

Once again, Dewleaf woke up in a moss-covered nest in the warriors' den.