Prologue
The clearing was still as, a bright, orange, ginger tom padded into it. He sat patiently waiting as a gray she-cat's head appeared out of the bushes. "Why have you brought me here Bluestar?" he mewed. "It's about Bramblestar" Bluestar replied. "I'm wondering if he's the right cat for leader." "And why is that?" said Firestar. "The ambition of his father may still haunt him" she replied. "Well, yes" admitted Firestar. "Yet he's still as loyal as any Thunderclan cat" he mewed. "We'll see" mewed Bluestar thoughtfully. She then bounded out of the clearing into the undergrowth. I wonder why Bluestar thinks that thought Firestar. The wind whistled through the trees and the toms bright, orange, ginger pelt shone in the moonlight.