Prologue
A bluish gray she-cat was sitting at the edge of a clear pool of water in a dark cave. An orange pelted tom came up and sat next to her. "Bluestar, you seem troubled. What is wrong?" the orange pelted tom asked Bluestar. The she-cat sighed. "Rune Clan is now done. It has been invaded by rogues, much like Blood Clan,". The orange pelted cat frowned. "It is a sorrowful loss, but, Bluestar, why should you be concerned so greatly of a clan no one knew of?"
Bluestar's gaze shot up from the pool and onto the tom-cat. "I knew about them. Does that make me a nobody? I could've sent them a warning about their attack. I could've saved them, Lionheart," she yowled. Her eyes softened. "I am sorry, Lionheart. I shouldn't have done that. I apologize,". Lionheart shook his head. "No, Bluestar. It should be I who apologizes. I shouldn't have asked,"
A white tortoiseshell she-cat walks up to them. "Hello, Bluestar, Lionheart. Is all well?" she nods to each of them in turn. "Greetings, Spottedleaf. Lionheart and I were discussing Rune Clan," Spottedleaf's gaze softened at the other she-cat. "I am sorry for your loss, but have you heard, Bluestar?"
Bluestar's gaze becomes curious. "Heard what?". Spottedleaf's eyes widen. "Stonefur's kits survived the invasion, and they're headed straight for the clans' lake!"
