Hm... I actually based this fic off the real world, how unfair girls are treated, like they can't do anything without a guy. I thought it was really strange, and I thought it would make a good fanfic so here I am. Welcome to my first OC based Fanfiction, I really hope you enjoy!

All was quiet in the WildClan camp, the moon lay light over the clearing like a silver blanket, bathing the dens in starlight. A single owl hooted not far off, but every kit was tucked safe in their nest. A guard was stationed outside the camp walls, his tail twitching ever so slightly, the only sign that he was awake.

"Ravenwood!"

A shriek sliced through the serene night, arousing a black tom from his slumber. His ears swiveled back as he listened for the queen's cries of help, climbing to his paws and quickly gathering the supplies he needed. The tom's mouth moved as he listed off the herbs he needed, though no sound was audible. Any experienced cat could clearly make out the words. Borage, raspberry leaves, parsley.. just in case

Suddenly a dark shadow fell over the medicine cat, its amber eyes flaring with a cold anger. "Why are you not hurrying? We have a queen in pain!"

"Sorry, Lionstar. I am ready now," The dark pelted cat mewed, flinching at the leader's tone of voice. He slipped out the medicine den with his bundle of herbs, leaving no trace that he was ever there.

"Good," The large golden-brown tom mewed, padding outside the den to survey the camp. There he spotted a pale gray tom resting by the nursery, his head draped over his paws. "Why are you not tending to your mate?" He demanded, baring his teeth. She-cats weren't supposed to suffer- they didn't deserve it.

The pale gray tom looked up at the larger golden one, unaffected by the leader's hostile exterior. "Acornleaf has asked me to leave. And while I do love her very much, there is no reason for me to stay and worry her, is there now?" He mewed, matching the leader's fierce amber gaze evenly. He was testing him.

The lithe black medicine cat popped his head out of the nursery, his eyes shining. "Acornleaf has kitted! It was very quick, and she suffered little. She has asked to see you now, Smokewisp," He flicked his tail happily and padded over to the two talking toms. "There are two healthy she-kits and a tom! Congratulations!"

The pale gray tom stood up and stretched, his fluffy gray tail flicking. "Now, if you will excuse me, Lionstar, I have my new family to meet," He twitched an ear and padded away, slipping into the nursery.

"That was a quick birth," The golden-brown tom mewed to the smaller black one, studying his large paws.

"Acornleaf is strong," The medicine cat replied simply, twitching his whiskers. Suddenly a robin's wing obscured the moonlight, casting a dark shadow on the cats below. The dark tom looked up at the moon, his green eyes clouded as if he were far away. The golden brown leader waited, asking a silent question. "It was a sign from StarClan."

The leader waited.

The medicine cat shifted his paws, clearly debating whether or not to share their ancestor's words. "Beware the feathered claws, for they will be your undoing." He mewed at last, glancing at the golden-brown tom nervously. The leader was too proud to admit that he could, in fact, be beaten.

To this the golden-brown feline let out a rough purr, his whiskers twitching with amusement. "No tom can best me, I am the most powerful in the Clan and the territory beyond, there is no tom stronger."

The lithe medicine cat narrowed his leaf green eyes, clearly annoyed by the leader's arrogance. "StarClan is never wrong, Lionstar."

"That may be, but no male warrior nor bird can beat me in a battle, either by pure force or intelligence. I will live a long and healthy life as leader, just you wait."

"But Lionstar," The little cat protested, his tail flicking nervously. "What if this warrior is in fact a she?"

At the medicine cat's words the WildClan leader let out a deep, bellowing laugh. "A she warrior? She-cats do not fight, they are far too dainty, and deserve to be served. You have had a long night, Ravenwood, why don't you call it a night? Tomorrow you will be rested, and the fog will clear from your mind."

The black cat shot a last glance at the golden-brown feline, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He knew very well that she-cats were capable of fighting, though he not dare say a word to any tom in WildClan. They were set on their traditions for so long- she-cats never worked. But he had an inkling, something about this prophecy, this warning, really... a she-cat could very well be the source of it.

The large pawed tom watched as the small medicine cat pad to his den, wary after helping with the birth. He flicked his tail, amusement still rippling through his corse golden-brown fur. "A she warrior? Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

The sweet silence of the night air was interrupted by the leader's hearty chuckles, by the incredulous thought that she-cats could do anything but sit and look pretty. If he knew how wrong he was then... this tale could have turned out much differently.

Well there you have it- the mysterious prologue. This is a smol teaser, if you liked it please leave a review, it gives me motivation!

QOTD - Which character was your favorite so far? Why?

The next chapter we'll meet our main character, are you excited? I am! I'll also be posting the alligiances and the Clan code, so I hope you look forward to that too! See you next time, and don't forget to review!