A/N: Welcome to my new story, Lost Hearts. Well, this is just the prologue, not the actual story. That's coming along soon, just not this chapter. If you don't want to read char prologue, fine. Just go read the A/N at the bottom though because it's sort of important. Have a good read!

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The sounds of birds chirping and leaves dancing in the breeze woke up the sleeping cat. Lazily opening an amber eye, he didn't realize he was somewhere else until he looked around properly. Startled, he scrambled up on his paws. This was definitely not the place he fell asleep in. With his eyes stretched wide, he started looking around for any sign of familiarity, his dark red fur swaying with the ever present breeze.

A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hello young one."

The red cat spun around to face the newcomer. It was a white she-cat, very pretty as well. She was small and delicate, and took every step as if she was standing on wood, rotting wood that would collapse if she stepped on it too hard. Stars danced in her fur, and she was as transparent as ice.

Crouching down in preparation for attack, he hissed: "Who are you? How did I get here?" The newcomer purred, amused. "My name is Cloudstep, the last medicine cat of ForestClan."

The red cat was confused, confused about what she was telling him, yet he was still wary towards her. "A medi-what? Wait, you still haven't told me where I am." Cloudstep stepped a bit closer causing the red tom to back away.

"You are in StarClan's hunting grounds, young one. The place where good, noble warriors go to after death." The red cat's eyes blazed.

"So I'm DEAD!?" He yowled furiously. "I swear, if you had anything to do with this, which I'm sure you do, you're going to pay!"

"Calm down!" meowed Cloudstep. "I'm not a dirty rogue who would kill an innocent cat in their sleep." She sighed. "Let me explain. Near the twoleg place you call home, there is an area with forests, moors and swamps. Those areas were ruled for generations by four groups of wild cats. There were many positions in each of these Clans. One of them was the Medicine Cat, who took healed the injured Clanmates and who communicated with StarClan, our ancestors who watch us from the sky. I am one of those."

The red cat was intrigued by this. "Your ancestors? You mean the dead ones? Wait, you said we were in StarClan's hunting grounds. That means your from StarClan too?"

Cloudstep nodded once more. "Yes I am. I have long since passed away from your world to here, as the last medicine cat of the Clans. But on with my story. I was the Medicine Cat, but there were many other roles in the Clan. The leader was in charge of the Clan. The deputy was the confident of the leader. If the leader died or retired, they would take over as leader. The warriors would protect the Clan with their lives from foxes or enemy Clans, and feed them too with the prey they caught on hunting patrols. The Queens would nurse and take care of the kits until they got to be 6 moons old, ready to be the apprentice of a warrior or medicine cat and then become one themselves. When they get old and retire, they become elders who live the rest of their lives peacefully, but can still fight if they need to. Are you catching all of this?"

The red cat nodded. "Yeah, I think so." Cloudstep continued.

"There are rules that needed to be accepted however. The Warrior Code, it was called. It was very usefull, keeping evil and misfortune at bay while bringing in peace. Try as they might, however, some cats would break the rules here and there. Some were by accident, but some were not. I was one of them..." Cloudstep stopped and turned away, but the red cat was hooked.

"No no, please, tell me more of how you broke this law of yours." he said with a grin. Cloudstep huffed, about to say something to rebuke this comment, but held her tongue. "All right. One of the rules for the medicine cats is that they cannot take mates and defiantly not have kits. I broke both those rules. The end result was you and your sister Blossomkit, who currently goes by the name of Blossom."

The red cats eyes widened in shock. This strange cat couldn't be his mother! Could it? It would explain the familiarity he felt with her, as well as the coloration of her sister, who he now knows is named Blossom. And yet, this strange cat in his dream told him- Realization swept across his face and a huge grin appeared. This was just a dream, nothing more. This wasn't real, just his mind playing tricks on him. "Your not a real cat, I'm just dreaming!"

As swift as light, Cloudstep dashed towards him and scratched him on the nose. Pain exploded on his muzzle. Before he could swipe back, the she-cat leaped back, out of his grasp. "Does that feel like a dream?" she asked, a slight tone of frustration in her voice. Calming down, she apologized. "I'm sorry, young one. I needed you to realize this is all too real. I have a mission for you."

The red cat was starting to feel overwhelmed. This crazy she-cat from the stars said she broke a law and had him, and now wanted him to do something. He was convinced that this couldn't get any crazier. Cloudstep continued. "I need you to rebuild the Clans."

Apparently it could.

"The Clans have been silenced for too long, we need to rebuild them to their former glory. Do you wish to do this for me, for all of StarClan?"

The red cat thought about this for a second. Living in harmony with others... He had never had that while he was growing up in the streets. Yet, he felt like he wanted it, he needed it. He nodded ascent. "Sure, yeah, I will."

Cloudstep looked please. Light started to shine from her as she spoke: "Go, my son, find cats who are willing to join and rebuild the Clans. Find them, and lead them to a place that is suitable for all that you can claim for the Clans for seasons to come! May StarClan light your path!" And, after a brilliant flash of light Cloudstep was gone, and the red cat woke up.

"Well," he said as he got up, "I guess I'll get to work then."

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A/N: You like? I hope you do. This is just the prologue, by the way, if you haven't guessed it. Now, this story, if it isn't on written on the summary, is about how the cats that were in our lives who we think is lost is actually in the these new Clans. I know that a good chunk of people out here on this site have or know someone with a cat, and it happens sometimes that these pets get lost. Sometimes they come back, but other times...they don't. So, if you or anyone you know has had a cat that was or is lost, you can send them to me through my forum, since reviews like that aren't allowed. I will include ALL of these cats in my story, and you can see them grow and evolve here. The forum is called Puzzlefreak's Forum for Stories, I believe. If you can't find one like that then just click on my penname, the forum should be marked somewhere around there. Lets say that you can't or don't want to access the forums and you still want to send me your cat. That's great! Just PM me it instead. I will place a form under here and on the forum so that it will be easier for you to submit your cat and me to get info about them so I can write them. Have a good day/night, and keep on reading and writing!

~Puzzlefreak14