Prologue
"I can't believe it! Kits, look! The kit has opened her eyes!" That was the first thing the newborn heard as the other kits crowded around her. A black she-kit, with a lightning-shaped mark on her forehead. "She's so cute!" said Graykit. A dark black kit dropped a moss ball and scurried to the nest, accidently knocking Leafkit off her paws in the process. "Nightkit! Tell Leafkit you're sorry." "Sorry, Leafkit." She stood up and looked at the kit. But something wasn't right... Troutfoot looked at her kit and noticed something odd about her fin, and realized it was barely there...but she took a small glance at her again and knew her future was brighter than the stars, and that she would someday be chief. It was destiny... "I know what I'll name you," she said. "I'll name you Stormkit, because I know you will be calm, but when you come you are ready for anything." Stormkit...
A grey she-kit rushed toward the meeting place in StarClan. "I can't believe it... StarClan almost never gets this panicked." she muttered. Her first day in StarClan, and she already was worried. "If everyone is this worried, it has to be serious, Smokekit." her new friend, a tortoise-shell named Frostedflower told her. The pair made it to the Threestones as the most recent chiefs of the three Clans were speaking. Smokekit had been in TsunamiClan, so she listened to Wavestar the most. "...bad times are coming," he was saying as she and Frostedflower sat down. "We need a cat to bring a prophecy to TsunamiClan. It must be a cat who was in that specific Clan, because they know the Clan well." I hope it's me... thought Smokekit. No. She was speaking nonsense. Wavestar would never pick a kit to deliver an all-important prophecy. But that was exactly what he did. "Smokekit, Frostedflower. Come here," he beckoned them over. "I need you two to deliver a prophecy..." "Why us? We can't do that much." said Smokekit. "You can, you just don't know yet." Wavestar said quietly. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I didn't hear you." said Smokekit. She had heard that your wounds were healed when you went to StarClan. Maybe not? She had died from not hearing a badger or her mother calling her to her littermates. She had been deaf, after all. Maybe the deafness was starting to seep into her new life? "Sorry, I was just talking to myself." said Wavestar. "Are you ready to receive the prophecy?" he asked. "Yes!" Smokekit said excitedly. "Alright. A curious kit-..." his voice faltered. "What is it?" asked Frostedflower. Then she turned. Lightning had struck the ground and formed a weird pattern. Then, the cats of StarClan realized... it was a message! It read: THERE IS A NEW PROPHECY. A KIT WITH A DESTINY SHALL BRING NEEDED HARMONY TO THE CLANS WHO WILL NEED IT MOST, INCLUDING STARCLAN. "We must deliver this prophecy immediately." said Wavestar.