Chapter 1: Prologue
The sky was a deep shade of blue, flecked with soft, flurried clouds. The moon shone brightly down and casted light to filter down in a small hollow. Four cats sat around a pool of water. They sat expectantly, soundlessly in the night. The wind felt cool and nipped at their bones, causing their fur to fluff up for buttressed warmth and their whiskers to twitch. The cats gazed down at the pond hopefully, their reflections nothing but dark shadows rippling gently along its surface. Suddenly, a dark, ominous shape appeared. It seemed to be a cat—its body was as tiny as a kit. Its unnatural-colored eyes flashed blindly in the depths of the water, staring coldly at the cats around the pool. They bristled momentarily, then they flattened their fur and became less tense once the dark image faded away.
One of the cats, a blue she-cat with brilliant blue eyes, lifted her head, her eyes shining. "There is a prophecy!" she meowed. "Out of the darkness, stars will come and rid the Clans by the lake from the tiger and holly."
A white tom beside her gazed with amber eyes, full of knowledge and insight. "It is about Starkit," he murmured, voice hard with determination. "When she reaches to the age of a warrior, she is destined to save the Clans around the lake." He shifted his gaze at a golden tom with a fluffy neck. "Lionheart," he meowed, "she has powers that no cat has ever dreamed of. She was assumed to be one of The Three, but StarClan has partitioned her in her own classification."
Lionheart stared back with knowledge, eyes glistening expectantly. "Should we tell Jayfeather, Bluestar?" he meowed to the blue she-cat.
Bluestar bristled and shot up to her paws. "We mustn't tell him!" she hissed. "He's a medicine cat and the father to Starkit. He has stepped down from medicine cat duty, and so has Leafpool, after what she had said about being mates with Crowfeather of WindClan." She stared at her paws for a moment, tail twitching irritably.
The fourth cat, a dark gray she-cat with ragged and unkempt fur, rose to her paws. "We just can't keep another secret from ThunderClan," she rasped, her breath rancid. "We can't hold our tongues any longer. Whether he's broken the medicine cat code or not, he will still have a connection with StarClan. And he will remain as medicine cat, though I hate the mouse-brain for pulling off such a shady move."
Lionheart looked at the bristling former ThunderClan leader. "So what's it going to be, Bluestar?" he meowed.
The white tom, Whitestorm, stared at her with narrowed eyes. Yellowfang only watched silently, her eyes clouded with gravity.
As if realizing the obviousness of her decision, Bluestar straightened up and sat down, grooming her ruffled shoulders. "Fine," she grunted brusquely. "I'll assign Yellowfang to tell Jayfeather of the tiger and holly." She looked coldly at the putrid medicine cat. "You have until moonhigh to tell him," she meowed coolly.
Yellowfang looked stung, but she then dipped her head respectfully at the leader. "Yes, Bluestar," she murmured. She turned around and slipped in the shadows of the hollow.
I tried my best to make this sound more detailed and factual with the canon world. And be on the lookout for Butter Mom and Tiggerstar later on!