Hey everyone! Okay, finished the prologue, that's a load off my shoulders. Anyways, please review! Im always interested to hear feedback!

Whispermoon gasped at his surroundings. He was in a sparse forest, vibrant green leaves twisted and danced in the breeze. Mist crept around the trees, covering the forest in a foggy haze. The gentle hum of a creak echoed not far from where he stood, It was a peaceful forest. The sun warmed his fur and the grass was soft under his paws. He felt he could just lay under the canopy of leaves all day long- but something wasn't right.

There's no birdsong! There's no crickets chirping or mice or squirrels! At that moment a horrible crackling sounded from behind him. Flames erupted around the trees, each fighting to climb higher and burn brighter. The beautiful, smooth green leaves crumbled and blackened before being swallowed whole by the hungry flames.

Whispermoon tucked his tail tightly around him and shrunk into a shaking lump. The fierce fire and the crumbling forest began to spin around him. The embers chanted, "The Clans will fall for what they have done! The Clans will fall for what they have done!"

The landscape spun faster and Whispermoon felt sick. A bright shape crept out of the spinning world. Whispermoon was relieved to rest his eyes on something that wasn't spinning. As the shape moved closer, he recognized the shape of a cat, then he recognized the cat.

"Yellowfang!" he cried. Yellowfang was an ancient cat that had lived in the Clans long ago. Back when there were four clans, Thunderclan, Windclan, Riverclan, and Shadowclan. But that was a long time ago. Now there was Skyclan, Sandclan, and Frostclan. Whispermoon couldn't imagine not having seven clans, that was so few!

Yellowfang dipped her head, her tangled grey fur was now clearly visable infront of the spinning forest. "Whispermoon, it is good to see you. Too bad it has to be for this." Whispermoon tilted her head in confusion.

"Listen closely,

A friend left behind

will return with flames

a moon close enought to touch

will shine its light

and mark the end

of the Time of Ashes"

Whispermoon blinked at Yellowfang, startled. Her voice had changed while she recited the prophecy, it had grown deep and echoed all around him. It was really creepy.

"A prophecy? A friend left behind? Who? What do you mean, will return with flames? How is a moon close enough to touch? What's the Time of Ashes?" All of Whispermoon's questions were bubbling up.

Yellowfang scowled at him. "Honestly, it's always the same. You'd think after centuries of receiving prophecies, medicine cats would learn that they have to figure it out themselves!" Whispermoon shuffled his paws in embarrassment.

"Well, that's all I have to say. Farewell, Whispermoon." Yellowfang's shape began to spin with the rest of Whispermoon's vision. He shut his eyes tight to stop all the spinning, then opened them to see the mud walls of his den.

I need to report this to Lionstar! Whispermoon thought as he heaved himself out of his nest and pushed his way through the vines at the entrance to his den. Dawn's light poured into the ShadowClan camp. Cats were beginning to wake up and Smokecloud, the deputy, was assigning patrols.

"Whispermoon! Goodmorning." Whispermoon turned to see a white she-cat with sky-blue eyes and three paws padding up to him.

"Hi Fallencloud, sorry I can't talk right know. Vision stuff," he told Fallencloud hastily. His sister's blue eyes glittered with amusement.

"Medicine cats," she huffed. Whispermoon gave his sister a sarcastic look before hurriedly heading to Lionstar's den.

"Whispermoon? What brings you here so early in the morning? A vision?" Lionstar asked Whispermoon in a deep, heavy voice. Whispermoon nodded as he stalked through the entrance and sat down beside the mighty tom.

"It wasn't just a vision, it was a prophecy," Whispermoon widened his eyes for emphasis. Lionstar flicked his ear in interest. "Yellowfang came to me. She said, 'A friend left behind will return with flames. A moon close enough to touch will shine its light and mark the end of the Time of Ashes'."

Lionstar wore an expression of confusion, but deep intrest. "What do you suppose it means?" Whispermoon twitched his tail in annoyance.

"I wish I could answer that," he said. Lionstar's gaze shifted to somewhere beyond the den. He narrowed his eyes in deep thought.

"'A moon close enough to touch'," he recited. "Tonight is a full moon, so perhaps..." Lionstar trailed off.

"I guess maybe this full moon could be something special." Whispermoon was unconvinced. "But the prophecy said, 'will shine its light and mark the end of the Time of Ashes'. I'm just guessing, but the 'Time of Ashes' sounds kind of bad. So then wouldn't the moon shine its light at the end of the bad stuff?"

Lionstar smiled. "No, no I don't think so. You must read prophecies up and down, backwards and forwards, prophecies never give you a strait answer." Whispermoon was stunned by Lionstar's words.

But it kind of makes since, doesn't it? I can't remember one prophecy that was given to the Clans strait and clear. Whispermoon nodded at Lionstar. "So we should be on the lookout for anything strange tonight?"

"If the moon looks any different tonight, even the slightest bit different, we will skip the gathering and see if anything remarkable happens," Lionstar declared. Miss the gathering? Wow, Lionstar is really taking this prophecy seriously.

Whispermoon padded out of Lionstar's den and crossed the clearing to the fresh-kill pile. "Oh, Whispermoon! Come share with us." Whispermoon brightened at the voice of his sister. Sitting in the shade of an old pine tree were his two sisters, Fallencloud and Dawnchaser.

He walked over and settled down in the shade across from them. His sisters were already in deep conversation while munching on a toad.

"So how's Shadepelt taking the whole soon-to-be-father thing?" Fallencloud asked Dawnchaser with a teasing grin.

"Oh, Shadepelt is a nervous wreck! 'Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything? Shouldn't you be in the medicine den resting?' I keep telling him they're not due for another two moons!" Dawnchaser laughed.

"Oh well, he's a cute wreck," Fallencloud said in a giggly voice.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" Whispermoon asked with a mouthful of toad.

"I have at least o more moon, no reason to start thinking about any of that yet," Dawnchaser waved her tail. "Well, what were you up to in Lionstar's den?"ne

"Err, not sure if I should tell," Whispermoon said uncertainly.

Fallencloud spat out her mouthfull of toad and looked at him with bright, wide eyes. "Tell us, tell us, tell us!" she chanted. Dawnchaser was looking at him expectantly, too.

Whispermoon shifted his paws uncomfortably. "Umm, I received a prophecy last night."

Fallencloud nearly choked on her fresh bite of toad. "What was it?"

Whispermoon shook his head. "I've already told you too much as it is," he said firmly, rising to his paws. "Dawnchaser, come with me to my den. I want to check on the kits."

"I'm sure they're fine." But she got to her paws and followed him anyways, Fallencloud right behind her.

Whispermoon could feel the air beginning to grow chilly. Night was coming, which meant the moon would be showing soon. Whispermoon was laying next to Lionstar on a large rock facing towards where the moon would be rising. Fierce winds buffeted their fur, and both were trembling with cold.

They had pressed each other tightly together in an attempt to stay warm, but it hardly helped. Whispermoon knew he couldn't stay out there much longer before he was so cold he would have to retreat to the soothing warmth of his den, but he really didn't want to miss this.

"Look, I think it's coming!" Lionstar's rough voice echoed through the pine forest like thunder. Squinting his eyes against the wind, Whispermoon forced himself to raise his head up enough to see the first light of the moon. Something was defiantly wrong.

As the moon climbed higher and the two cats grew even colder, they were able to see what the prophecy had meant by, "close enough to touch". The moon was huge. It was at least five times the size that it was normally, and it was red.

The red light of the moon bathed the pine forest in an eerie red light. Whispermoon looked down to see his white paws had turned red. Lionstar's golden tabby fur was also tinted red and the lake in the distance looked like one large pool of blood. Creepy.

Lionstar gazed at the blood-red moon in amazement. It was so beautiful...so stunning...so-

"Whispermoon! Whispermoon!" Whispermoon and Lionstar turned sharply to see a panicked Tanglebush panting behind them. "It's Dawnchaser, her kits! They're coming! Now!" Whispermoon's fur bristled in panic. They aren't due for another two moons! Poor Shadepelt must be having a panic attack!

Freezing air bit at Whispermoon's nose and cheeks as he dashed down the rock and burst into the camp. Cats were running around in a panicked frenzy, all clueless on what to do about the situation. The camp had been flooded in red light, probably adding to the Clan's panic. Whispermoon was shaking so hard now due to the cold that he could barely stand.

"Whispermoon! Thank StarClan you're here!" cried Cloudjump. In moments all the cats were looking at Whispermoon with a mix of panic, relief, confusion, and cluelessness.

"Alright, alright! Everyone stop it! Ashbird and Softpaw, you two go get soaked moss! The rest of you, stay out of my way!" he shouted against the growing winds. Whispermoon shoved his way to his den to find Fallencloud, Turtleears, Whiskerbreeze, Smokecloud, Cricketpaw, and a very panicked Shadepelt all crowded in the den standing over Dawnchaser.

He was relieved to feel the warmth of his den again, but he couldn't get distracted. Dawnchaser needed him. She needed him three moons earlier than expected, but she still needed him. He shoved his way through the crowded den before turning to all the cats.

"Everyone out! Out! Out! Out!" Whispermoon shouted. They all turned to Whispermoon with relief. "You heard me. Out! Cricketpaw, you start massaging her belly!" The little brown tabby medicine cat apprentice nodded her head quickly and started on the queen's belly.

"Wait, Whispermoon!" Whispermoon turned to Shadepelt with a hiss of annoyance. "Since I'm the father, shouldn't I be with her?"

"Not in the state you're in! Get out of the den and calm down before returning," he hissed. The ginger-and-black tom looked disappointed, but he followed Whispermoon's instructions obediantly.

Now Whispermoon was able to focus his attention on the situation. The queen was heaving in pain and her body jolted after every spasm. "Cricketpaw, get her stick!" he ordered his apprentice. She dashed out of the den and returned only a few moments later with a bunch of sticks. "That'll do," Whispermoon said as he gave one to Dawnchaser.

The queen crunched the stick into little splinters as the next spasm shook her body. Cricketpaw gave her a fresh stick while Whispermoon watched the queen. Something wasn't right; the kits should have arrived by then. As he pressed his paw to the queen's belly, he felt heat and swelling.

"Stop pushing!" he ordered the queen suddenly. Dawnchaser looked at him in pain and confusion. "You need to stop pushing during the spasms. Focus on the stick. Your kits are trapped and unless you stop pushing, we may not be able to get them out." He hated scaring her like that, but in her state that was the only way to make her listen.

Her eyes rounded with fear, but it did the trick. On her next spasm she focused on the crunching the stick in her jaws and didn't push. Whispermoon pushed his paw to her belly again. The heat and swelling was starting to weaken, but so were the movements of the kits.

"Your doing great, just keep focusing on the stick," he ordered. Although it was clear how painful it was for Dawnchaser not to push, she focused on the crunching stick. Whispermoon held his paw to her belly again. The swelling and heat was all gone, but the kits were barely moving.

"Alright, on the next spasm, push!" Whispermoon told her. Her eyes glittered with relieve as the next spasm hit her. The stick crunched, but a tiny body squeezed onto the moss nest. Whispermoon bent down to pull the kit out of the sac and pushed it to its mother. Dawnchaser's eyes glittered with joy as she bent down to lick the kit.

"It's as she-kit," Whispermoon said gently. The little kit squirmed at her mother's touch and Dawnchaser drew the kit closer. "You have one more coming," Whispermoon said as he felt her belly. He was aware of Lionstar and Shadepelt entering the den. He also heard Shadepelt's gasp of surprise and joy as he caught sight of the little she-kit.

Another spasm shook Dawnchaser and another stick was turned into a pile of splinters. Whispermoon purred with happiness as the second kit, a she-kit, slipped onto the moss. She repeated the splitting of the sac and pushing the kit to her mother.

"Another she-kit. Two kits," he told the two parents. Both were glowing with pride and relief. Whispermoon was distracted from the moment by Lionstar's gasp. He turned to look at Lionstar in confusion.

"Don't you see? The first kit's fur is blue-silver like the moon! This is what the prophecy meant by, 'A moon close enough to touch will shine its light and mark the end of the Time of Ashes'. This kit is a Prophecy Kit! She will end the Time of Ashes! She will save the Clans!" Everyone in the medicine cat den took a moment to stare at the future of their Clan.

"She has been marked by the moon in the color of her fur. She shall be called Silverkit because of her destiny marked by the silver moon," Dawnchaser declared. Shadepelt nodded his approval.

"And how about her sister? She needs a special name too," Shadepelt said. Dawnchaser thought for a moment. "Well, since tonigh the moon is red like her fur, she should be called Redkit," she decided. Whispermoon made eye contact with his sister. He blinked in affection and she returned the gesture. Whispermoon had nieces, the two most beautiful kits in the Clan.