This is the prologue witch is ridiculously short, but it will get better...
An object hurling towards her face... A voice screaming "Ambersong!"...This is all she remembered. For her, the whole world was a swirling gray mist. "Will she recover?" a distant voice questioned. She turned towards the voice, but it seemed to be coming from all directions. Her head was spinning, and she let out a groan. Colors other than gray flashed before her eyes, so bright that she winced. A pale ginger she-cat was staring downward with concerned blue eyes. "Ambersong! You're awake!" she cried, sounding relieved. Ambersong, she thought. Was that her name?
"Who are you?" Ambersong whispered, suddenly feeling small although she felt muscle rippling through her ginger tabby pelt. The cat with blue eyes let out a wail of terror.
"Cloudsky, what's wrong with her?" Turning around, Ambersong saw a fluffy white she-cat with blue eyes. Her sweeping tail was tipped with silver. Herbs were at her paws, and she seemed to be sorting them.
"Well, she has been in a coma for twelve moons," Cloudsky pointed out. "She must have lost her memory somewhere along the way." Ambersong stared, realizing the she-cat was right. She didn't remember anything but swirling mist.
I'll find myself someday, she promised herself, curling up for a nap.
Later
The tom stared at the full moon, sadness flickering in his green eyes. "Are you okay?" came a voice. Spinning around, then tom saw his sister padding from her den. All the others were asleep, but her slender silver pelt was unruffled as always. The tom nodded, and his sister sighed. "She will come soon," she mewed.
"How do you know?" he demanded. "She is the one who was supposed to help us, but she never showed!" he instantly quieted, feeling guilty for being mad. He would have to talk to her...