Prologue
The stars glowed brightly as a black tom padded forward and lay beside the pool and prepared to take a drink.
"What am I supposed to do, Webtail?" asked the cream tom anxiously, his amber eyes glowing with anticipation as he followed the black tom into the hollow.
"Lay down beside the pool and lap up a few of the droplets - but remember - you can't tell anyone about your dream Eaglepaw." replied Webtail, nudging him forward to the crystal pool.
Two more cats followed them into the sacred hollow, their paws slipping into the paw prints of their ancestors embedded in the stone path. As the cats took up their positions, laying down around the pool, the black tom mewed "Is everyone ready?" the cats all nodded and proceed to lap the water.
Suddenly darkness enfolded around the black tom, his white underbelly showed bright against the darkness that had enveloped him. "Sunclaw?" he yowled into the darkness for his deceased mate.
"I'm here, Lightningtooth," a disembodied voice replied, her soft voice echoing in the silent blackness, "I have a prophecy for you, listen closely to what I say: "
"Out of the moon and out of the river,"
The darkness below him turned into a raging river onto which a reflection of the moon shimmered, but when he looked up he could see no moon, only the suffocating darkness.
"Will rise the strong valiant day,
And a motherly night,
But they will always fight for dominance,
You will need an ocean,
To quench their thirst for it."
As she spoke a miniature sun and a miniature moon rose out of the reflection swirling around each, fighting to be on top, other faster and faster until they became a blur of light, burning into Lightningtooth's retina. Suddenly a huge ocean swept in, washing around his paws, emitting a blue glow which softened the light of the, now slowing, sun and moon until they balanced out side by side. Then blackness engulfed him once more and the glowing eyes of Sunclaw appeared before him as she whispered her goodbye into his ear.
"Wait! Don't go! Don't leave me!" he wailed as the eyes faded and he awoke blinking in the riseing sun, lighting the sky with orange fire and tinging the hills of Windclan with it's golden glow, back at the mystical crystal pool.
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Far away on the other side of the lake, a white she cat with bright blue eyes was biting had on a stick, to stop her from screaming in pain as she gave birth to her three kits. Her mate, Moonstar, was licking the other two clean when the third, a light grey-blue tom with a flame coloured tail, slid into the world. The she cat dropped the stick with a moan of relief and turned around to lick her son clean while the her daughters nuzzled up to her belly.
"What should we name them?" asked Moonstar,
"Sunkit, Nightkit and Oceankit." she mewed in reply, pointing at each kit in turn.
"They're beautiful names for beautiful kits."