Author's note at bottom.
Prologue
"We saw your whole journey, from lake to forest and back." Rock tipped his head as if watching the cats process in front of him. "The prophecies all came from that first reflected sunrise-the cat with a pelt of flame that would save the Clans, the silver cat who would save the Tribe of Rushing Water, and finally the four who would carry the last hope, not just of the Clans, but of light itself."
Midnight's claws scratched the granite. "Now we fear we see a final sunset that ends your story."
"These cats will never stand alone," Half Moon declared. "We are with them just as we have always been."
"Light against dark," Midnight growled. "This is the end of all things-this is the last sunrise."
Rock touched her flank lightly with the tip of his tail. "It is what we have been waiting for, my friend."
Author's Note: This is an excerpt from the prologue of The Last Hope and does not belong to me in any way. I thought it would make a good prologue for my story.