Prologue

Two cats padded through the moonlit forest, the sound of crickets chirping and dead leaves crunching beneath their paws echoing through the forest. The first cat was a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with green eyes and several scars on her fur. The cat beside her was a pale gray tabby tom with amber eyes.

The tortoiseshell cat spoke. "Grayleaf, will Snowcloud be alright?"

Grayleaf dipped his head in uncertainty. "I've dressed the wounds with horsetail and covered them up with cobweb, but after that, there really isn't much I can do."

The other cat nodded in understanding, sadness in her eyes. "RiverClan will need as many paws as we can get if we expect to survive, especially with leafbare coming around."

"I just wish StarClan would give us some sort of indication of what to do to save our Clan..." sighed the tabby tom, looking up at the shimmering night sky.

The smaller cat tilted her head. "Perhaps they will speak to you in your dreams tonight?"

"We can only hope, Patchstar. We can only hope."

Sorry for the really short prologue, future chapters will be longer. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Bye!