A/N: Okay, first let me state that this is the prolog. The other chapters will be much longer and make a lot more sense than this. I just hope that it turns out better than my other story for Warriors which, currantly, doesn't have any reviews. Please enjoy!
The lake, apptly named as the Pool Of Sights, always had a picture of sorts in it. Whether the picture was that of something that had already happened or of something that was going to happen, it was never blank. The fact that it was blank was the reason that the star-pelted cats, the cats of Moonclan, had gathered together.
One cat, a white and honey brown pelted she-cat, stepped towards the lake. Her tail flicking slightly, ears flat against her head, she took slow steps towards the ice-like lake. As one of the original Medicine Cats, the very first one that Lightening Clan had ever had, it was her job to watch over the lake and make sure that the prophesies it spoke about reached the correct cats.
It wasn't until she reached the very edge of the lake that anything happened. A small ripple spread from the very center of the water, slowly making it's way to the bank where the she-cat was standing.
"Painteddawn, what's going on?" A thin, black tabby tom called out from his spot near the front of the group. He was also one of the original Medicine Cats but he, unlike Painteddawn, did not have a connection with the Pool Of Sights.
Painteddawn didn't answer right away. Her eyes light blue eyes were stuck on the water. A picture was starting to form, blurry and misted looking, but she couldn't make out what she was being shown. There were greys and blacks and white and gold, shapes moving through a dark green and brown area, a bright light bursting out of a black hole surrounded by brown, dark blues and light browns and whites all mixing together, and then it was all covered by red. Deep, blood-colored red.
A soft wind started to blow, ruffling the multi-colored fur of Painteddawn, and the colors dissapeared; the lake once more turning black.
"The Hope of the clans calls out to the Rain. The Snow dances and Twirls before it hits the ground. The Echo will fade before Falling out of Grace. And Scarlet will drown all. The cats have already been chose and the fate of all clans, new and old, alive and dead, rest in their paws. Be brave, my cats of the Moon, and do not falter when all seems to fall."
Hushed murmurs broke out in the group of cats; terrified mewls and worried cries ripped through the crowd. Painteddawn backed away from the lake, fur standing on end, as a new picture formed. Only this time, it was not something that any of them wanted to see.