Prolog
A blue-grey she-cat stared up at Silverpelt from the highest point in the camp, many thoughts rushing through her head. She couldn't stand the condition her clan was in; it was horrible and made her sick just thinking about it. Oh Silvermoss, what has become of RiverClan? Is StarClan trying to punish us for something?
Someone approached her from behind, his voice startling her, "Ripplestream, is there something wrong?"
She turned around to find her clan leader sitting a fox-length away from her, "Oh, Eaglestar! I was just thinking."
"About what, are you still grieving Silvermoss? She was such a good Medicine Cat." He purred softly, trying to cheer Ripplestream up.
"She was more than just RiverClan's Medicine Cat, you know. She was my sister, and it's so hard to believe that she's gone. I have no family left now." Ripplestream looked at the ground as she kneaded the soft Earth beneath her paws.
"I can understand that. I know how it feels to loose family. But you need to get over it and move on. You're still young, you could have kits." Eaglestar comforted her.
I can have kits. I can have family! One thing though, I need a mate. Who will it be? Ripplestream returned to looking at the stars. More positive thoughts ran through her head.
After a moment of silence, Ripplestream finally let out what was on her mind, "What has become of RiverClan? Why is it such a mess? Why do the other Clans keep trespassing and attacking our patrols? Why is StarClan not doing anything about this mess?"
"Only our Warrior Ancestors can answer that. Keep your faith, Lightningstreak, our new Medicine Cat, will figure it out." Eaglestar mewed quietly, "I will consult with Lightningstreak in the morning and ask him if he has had any signs from StarClan yet. No need to worry, everything will be okay. We'll make it through this crisis." He purred as he rubbed against Ripplestream and walked away into his den to get the rest he much needed.
I hope you're right, Eaglestar, I need to make it through, it's what Silvermoss would've wanted me to do. Her blue gaze fell over the camp. Wind combed her blue-grey fur and with it came signs of rain. Ripplestream turned her head around and saw black rain clouds covering the crystal clear sky. I need to go to the den before it starts raining. She hopped down into the Warriors' den and climbed inside.
Morning brought steady rainfall that tickled the Earth. Ripplestream was awakened by the Warrior next to her, a grey tabby tom named Troutpelt, getting up and accidently stepping on her nest.
"I'm sorry, Ripplestream, I didn't mean to step on your nest, I guess I'm still half-asleep." Troutpelt purred in in amusement.
"It's okay, I needed to get up anyway." Ripplestream got up and walked stiffly outside with Troutpelt at her side. She stretched and yawned.
"Well, I'm going to get Willowpaw up, we need to catch up on training." Troutpelt trotted away to the apprentices' den. Ripplestream watched Troutpelt walk away, then looked up at the sky and felt the soft droplets of water fall of her head.
She walked past the Medicine Den to go make dirt when she overheard two cats discussing something inside. She listened intently.
"Are you sure this is what StarClan sent you?" It was Eaglestar's voice.
"Positive, absolutely positive, they told me about the prophecy." Lightningstreak was speaking now.
"Could you please repeat the prophecy, I don't understand it completely." This time it was the Clan's deputy, Brightlake speaking, her voice quivering in excitement.
"Sure thing, anything for my Clan's leader and his deputy. From the rain that falls on RiverClan will the Wren chirp, Kestrel soar, and Wolf howl, and bring peace to the cats of the water."