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Prologue

"Then so be it," a large brown tom snarled. "ThunderClan will leave." He stared out across the ranks of cats in front of him at the Gathering.

An angry voice rang from the crowd. "Siltstar, where will we go?" He glared down from the tree.

"Nowhere Badgernose. ThunderClan will break apart." The she-cat let out an angry snarl.

"What will StarClan think?" The tom shook the tree branch with his paws.

"StarClan has ruined us. Twolegs have ruined ThunderClan land." Badgernose remained quiet. Another voice called from the branch.

"StarClan has abandoned RiverClan as well. Our territory is flooded, and fish are becoming scarce." He glanced at Siltstar, who nodded.

"Even Streamstar's territory is lost." Nobody spoke. The WindClan leader stepped forward awkwardly on her branch.

"No rabbits run on the moors anymore. Twolegs are building a farm on the edge of our territory." This time a voice growled back.

"Breezestar, we are still alive and well though."

Breezestar glared down at the thin calico cat. "Patchfur, as a medicine cat, I would expect you of all cats to know that our Clan is weak. Look at them. Their ribs are showing." The medicine cats expression seethed with rage, but she kept her mouth closed.

"ShadowClan will leave," a thin voice said. An older black tom was shaking on the branch, and Siltstar leaned forward and helped him balance.

"Frogstar has spoken. The Clans must split," rang Streamstar's voice. A weak voice challenged him.

"Streamstar as your medicine cat, I am telling you that you have gone mad." A snow white she-cat glared up at him.

"Snowfeather, how dare you challenge me?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Challenge you? Never. You are challenging StarClan by breaking their laws. The Clans are supposed to stick together."

Streamstar shook his head. "I'm sorry Snowfeather, but StarClan has turned away from us." He slid along the branches and touched noses with all of the other leaders. They all exchanged words and touched noses for the last time.

Siltstar's thick voice rang out. "ThunderClan, I will never forget that I once led such a noble Clan. Good luck in your lives."

Streamstar spoke up. "RiverClan, there is no better Clan I know. I am sorry I have to leave you."

Breezestar stood up. "WindClan will always have a place in my heart. I'm sorry StarClan turned away."

Frogstar's thin voice sounded. "ShadowClan has seen better times. Forgive me for this my loyal clan." The leaders glanced at each other, and leaped down from the tree.

Down below the tree, the medicine cats mingled. Patchfur shook her head. "StarClan has never turned away from us." Snowfeather nodded. The ShadowClan medicine cat looked up. Her amber gaze looked sad.

"Perhaps some of the warriors will stay behind, and start new Clans." Badgernose lifted her head.

"Shadeheart, that's brilliant! We can convince warriors of our own Clans to try to start anew, in a different area." Shadeheart's gaze brightened.

"Maybe the Clans will have a chance." Snowfeather nodded, as did Patchfur.

"I suggest we bring this idea to the remaining cats," mewed Snowfeather. Shadeheart glanced up above. The leaders were gone, but a few cats remained mingling in the clearing. Patchfur nodded, and the she-cats leaped into the tree.

Shadeheart yowled. Cats looked up in surprise. "Gather round warriors, we have not abandoned you." Cats gathered in front of the tree. They were surprised that cats hadn't given-up, not that they weren't leaders.

"Your leaders say that StarClan doesn't care, and that there isn't hope." The cats nodded. "WRONG! StarClan is with you all the time. StarClan isn't responsible for what has happened to your territories!" Yowls of agreement rose. "So I Shadeheart, loyal medicine cat of ShadowClan announce a plan. Clans stick together, and start anew. Rename yourselves and have faith in StarClan. Find a safer home, and forge your fire." The cats remained silent, but a few nodded their heads in agreement.

A black tom stepped forward. "Shadeheart, I have faith in your plan, but without our leaders, how will we stick together?"

"Smokestep, good question. I say each Clan gathers together and picks a leader from each group." He looked unsure. "And Smokestep, as medicine cats, we will do our best to guide as well." The cats below in the clearing nodded and yowled. Shadeheart leaped down lithely from the tree, followed by the other medicine cats. The time of the new Clans has begun.

Thanks for reading the prologue to my story. You will soon meet young Rainkit, don't worry. Please review. NO FLAMES! Thanks, Raindrop14.