Rain Falling
PROLOGUE
A gray, old frizzled tom padded upon a shimmering pond. His clouded sky blue and sightless eyes seemed to see more than any cat ever known. His gaze darted over to the silver pond, which had a scene, a picture, of something. It was very complicated with numbers, but the tom understood what it meant. It was time. But something had went wrong with it and the warrior cats have more danger than ever before in history. A danger not even the 3 cats with the power of the stars can save. Jayfeather flew back to Starclan and stared down at his fellow clan mates' relatives. He wished them luck as a tear dropped down from his clouded eyes, but this tear dropped down not only on the floor, but it had welcomed the cat who would save them all, the cat named Rain.
The snow-pelted rogue let out a shriek of pain as her 3 kits bundled onto the straw in the barn. She frowned as she noticed 2 of them were dead, but one gray tom seemed alive. Snow immediately licked the poor kit as its tiny legs wriggled. The tiny kit's eyes opened to the bright world. "I'm going to name you Rain, after the giant drops of rain that seemed to welcome your birth. "