A blue-grey tom sat on top of a great rock, looking up at the sky. It was dotted with stars, and a half moon shone bright, giving off a soft glow to everything exposed below. The moonlight made the tom's fur look like melting morning frost on bluebells. Out of the darkness that the birch and oak trees nearby provided, a small tortoiseshell padded up beside the other, sitting down and joining him in stargazing.

"How are the warriors?" The blue-grey tom asked, seemingly out of nowhere in the quiet atmosphere.

"They are doing well. They will all recover." The tortoiseshell replied, his tailtip lifting up and down as he sat almost perfectly still and upright. "Although they are not all young, they are strong and determined."

"That's good." The other cat said, before letting out a sigh. "I am feeling indifferent about the state of the Clan. Many of our senior warriors have died, and I fear more will be joining them in StarClan. We need more warriors as soon as possible if we are to survive."

"It's not your fault, Bluestar." The tortoiseshell draped his tail over Bluestar's back. "After all, ThunderClan did not have a medicine cat for some time after Featherwhisker died."

"We are lucky to have you, Spottedleaf. I don't know what ThunderClan or I would have done without you." Bluestar admitted, flicking both his ears. "Has StarClan spoken to you tonight at the Moonstone?"

Spottedleaf seemed relaxed and calm, despite his friend's obvious anxiety. "No, they haven't. Not for some moons."

The blue-grey tom sighed, glancing down at the rock surface he sat upon. "We can only hope StarClan blesses us with new warriors, or at least send a sign-"

Bluestar was interrupted by hearing Spottedleaf gasp. He looked up, quickly finding what he saw. A star was blazing across the formerly calm, dark sky. It left a trail of what looked like fire, although neither of them felt any heat from it.

"It was a message from StarClan." The tortoiseshell announced. "Fire alone can save our Clan."

The blue-grey cat seemed shocked at this, but also slightly relieved. StarClan had finally spoken, yet the message they chose to send seemed... cryptic. Then, a memory flared in his mind. A grey flecked she-cat was staring at him, her eyes as cold as ice. He recalled the words she spoke, even when he was just a tiny kit then.

"I was once told that I was fire, and that I would blaze through the forest." Bluestar admitted, gently laying his tail over Spottedleaf's back, just as he himself had done. He didn't mention one important detail, though.

"But beware, even the most powerful flames can be destroyed by water." He recalled those words from the same grey she-cat he was just thinking about.

"It's a bit hard to explain, but... sometimes prophecies overlap." The spotted tortoiseshell looked up to face his larger companion.

"If you say so, Spottedleaf." Bluestar sighed, returning his gaze to the stars above. "Fire alone can save our Clan."

Hey guys! So, this is basically an AU where everyone is genderbent, and I know this idea has probably been done before like 1000000 times, but it's not just a genderbend AU. The plot is similar to canon kind of, but in a way not really. Later on, when I get to the other "books" in this AU, this will become more obvious. Anyways, I hope you liked my prologue! Thanks for reading!