Prologue:
Three cats lounge around a star filled pool in the apex of the limbs of a humongous willow tree. Their star dusted steps make no sound against the hardened wood of the ancient oak. A deep red tom with black stripes and even darker eyes is relaxing in moss a nest mere feet away from the pool. A small greenish grey she cat is chasing a plump squirrel through the thick branches tangling almost gloomily above the pool. An extremely large and muscled dark grey tom stretches as the sun dips below the horizon.
The she~cat pauses her chase and sighs, "The sunsets are so perfect here" as she says this the red tom rolls his eyes.
"Willow, it's the same sunset everyday" he snorts and stretches out on the moss. The large grey tom pads over and claims his large moss filled hollow in the tree, in the process he comes very close to running right over the much smaller she~cat.
"Mountain!" she scolds, "would you watch where you're throwing all that fur." she hisses playfully and he grunts in a response, more or less. She sighs inwardly and lies on her own moss nest to sleep. Just as the group of cats are slipping into a peaceful slumber Hell jump up hissing, "Someone is coming"
A large golden tom approaches the three cats. Willow stands in her moss nest ready for a fight though fights in star clan are not very common unless traveling in the dark waters. All cats had claws extended, waiting.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Mountain asked the stranger quite calmly. The golden tom dips hi head in respect and, "Greetings fellow star clan warriors. I am known as thunder, first leader of thunder clan. My clan has been forcefully removed from our former home and will soon come upon the territories you clans inhabit. They are looking for a new home and I came ahead to attempt to convince you to allow my clan to join yours in this territory."
Mountain, quite bored, returned to his nest mumbling something along the lines of, "my clan shouldn't care." Willow, feeling quite the opposite and having the need to annoy this newcomer spoke, "why, may I ask, did you come to us. We do not control our clans; quite frankly we only mainly worry about the prophecies they are to fulfill. Your clan will have to ask the current leaders at the next moon meeting" she turned sharply from the tom and marched to her nest. Hell, unlike the others, was slightly wary of this newcomer and what his clan might bring to the territory.
"What does your clan hunt stranger?" he asked the golden tom.
"Woodland creatures mostly like mice, voles, shrew, squirrels, and some birds if they can be caught" Thunder answered excitedly and Hell nodded his head slightly. "Very well, I will inform the current Hell clan leader of your arrival but acceptance is not mine to give." He climbed into his nest. "Find a place to sleep if you wish" he stated as he fell asleep.