A/N: Okay, here's my first fanfiction I published on here :) I hope you guys like it! I hope I can update frequently... anyway, minor

spoilers for the last two books in Omen of the Stars (I know they didn't come out yet. I mean actual spoilers I looked up online. xD

I stink).

On to the story~

.:: ALLEGIANCES ::.

THUNDERCLAN

Leader: Owlstar - dark brown she-cat with lighter tabby stripes, amber eyes

Deputy: Redclaw - very dark ginger tom with bright green eyes

Medicine Cat: Quailfeather - calico she-cat with amber eyes and white paws

apprentice: Thornpaw

Warriors: Willowfur - white she-cat with brown dapples and blue eyes

apprentice: Hawkpaw

Blackfoot - white tom with black paws and yellow eyes

Sparrowtail - brown tabby tom with a white tail-tip, amber eyes

apprentice: Rosepaw

Dawnfall - ginger tabby she-cat with hazel-green eyes

Adderfang - gray tom with dark amber eyes

Swiftstorm - slim black-and-white tom with blue eyes

Cricketsong - pale brown she-cat with a white underbelly and chest, pale green eyes

Flamecloud - thick-furred ginger-and-white tom with amber eyes

Apprentices: Thornpaw - black-and-white tom with green eyes

Hawkpaw - pale ginger tom with darker dapples, blue eyes

Rosepaw - cream-colored she-cat with pink-tinted paws and green eyes

Queens: Dewflower - silver tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. Mother of Sparrowtail's kits: Hailkit (pale gray she-kit, very pale yellow eyes) and Falconkit (very dark brown tabby tom)

Breezetail - black she-cat with small white specks, mother of Adderfang's kits: Nightkit(black tom, amber eyes), Ravenkit (black she-cat, blue eyes), and Pebblekit (small gray tom)

Elders: Mudstripe - brown tom with a black stripe running down his back

Jasmine - sleek black she-cat with white paws, violet eyes. Former kittypet.

Snowface - dark gray tom with a completely white face

Prologue

The sun was rising peacefully over the horizon. The silvery grass was sprinkled with dew drops that sparkled in the new light. The sky was a gray-blue color, and dazzled with extremely bright, warm stars. A mourning dove cooed softly in greeting of the sun.

All was calm, until a great sand-colored shape pounced on the dove and silenced it's song with a swift bite to the neck.

"Excellent catch!"

The sand-colored cat snapped her head up, ears pricked towards the source of the meow. She purred when that source padded smoothly towards her.

"Thank you, Firestar." She nudged the dove towards the ginger tom. "Want a bite?"

"I wouldn't mind one, Sandstorm," Firestar purred back. He leaned down and took a generous sample of Sandstorm's catch.

"Bluestar called a meeting." Firestar gazed straight into Sandstorm's green eyes. The shade matched his own orbs perfectly. "It is serious, she says."

"Alright." Sandstorm buried the dove under a fern bush just a couple fox-lengths away. "I'll save that for later."

Firestar licked Sandstorm's ear affectionately. "Great. Let's go."

Together, the couples bounded gracefully through the meadows of StarClan, their eyes shining like moons and their pawsteps leaving behind trails of tiny stars.

Firestar and Sandstorm had lived in StarClan for many seasons now. Already they noticed that their pelts were growing slightly fainter. It would still be a while before they disappeared completely, so they could enjoy the peace and beauty of StarClan for years to come.

There was already a large crowd of cats gathered around the Moonpool. The black waters glittered ominously, reflecting the starry sky above it. One blue-furred she-cat sat on a tall boulder, staring down at the pool tensely. Her pelt was much more faded than Firestar's or Sandstorm's. That was Bluestar.

Beside her sat a tortoiseshell she-cat that always sparked a faint emotion in Sandstorm that she so desperately tried to ignore, but it was fired back every time her mate gazed at the former medicine cat. Spottedleaf looked equally as distressed as Bluestar.

"I wonder what's up?" Sandstorm murmured in Firestar's ear.

"I don't know," the tom replied grimly. "But it can't be good."

Then Bluestar rose her head and acknowledged the crowd with a clear blue stare. She opened her mouth, and got straight to the point.

"There is a grave omen that I will read to you all in a moment, but first let me notify you that it does not foretell a fate of total destruction of the Clans, as the Omen of the Stars did."

Many of the cats relaxed a little. Sandstorm knew that many of them, including herself and Firestar, were brutally killed by Dark Forest cats several seasons ago. Thankfully, the Four (Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Dovewing) were able to destroy the Dark Forest once and for all. Now, the Dark Forest was just a blank space of nothingness.

What could this new threat be?

Bluestar spoke again. "I believe it tells that even StarClan will be destroyed with the Clans."

Oh. So that's what was worse. Now everyone was panicked, and Sandstorm pressed against Firestar's glittering pelt for comfort. He nuzzled her forehead back.

A new voice crackled over the chaotic yowls. "SHUT UP!"

Sandstorm couldn't help but chuckle as Yellowfang jumped up beside Bluestar, her gray fur fluffed up mostly in annoyance.

Bluestar dipped her head to Yellowfang. "Yes. Thank you. Now, we must not forget that there is always hope! Let me read the prophecy.

"The calm before the storm is what you face. Danger lurks inside the dark land's empty space. All that you know is going to fall, if the chosen ones don't solve all. The fate of the Clans, from star to sky, rests in the paws of a butterfly, a pond, and the weather."

It was definitely an interesting omen. A little different than some of the others that Sandstorm heard. It was a little long, and it even rhymed. Plus, it was sort of confusing.

"What we know from past prophecies is that we can't interpret them too literally, but this one seems pretty straightforward." This time it was Spottedleaf that spoke. "Also, the chosen ones must have something to do with a butterfly, a pond, and the weather, obviously. Does anyone have any ideas?"

There was silence around the pool. The Silverpelt twinkled eerily over the StarClan cats.

There was a slight muttering from behind Firestar and Sandstorm, and finally a cat spoke up.

"RiverClan probably has something to do with the pond." Mistystar, Bluestar's daughter, stood up, her silver pelt glowing as strongly as the moon. "Fishleap is having her kits at the moment. One of them could be a Pondkit."

Bluestar nodded to her kit. "Thank you, Mistystar. I agree with you. The butterfly, pond, and the weather probably have something to do with names. Our prophecies are usually like that. Anyone else?"

Another awkward silence. Sandstorm's mind was scrambling for ideas, but she kept coming up blank. She had been watching over ThunderClan since she died. Nothing to do with butterflies or weather ever came up.

"Please," Yellowfang meowed sternly. "Our fates are on the line!"

"Okay, I have a thought." A silver tabby she-cat bounded beside Yellowfang. "If this has to do with names, then look in the pool and watch this kittypet I've had my eye on for a while."

Curiously, Sandstorm peered over the water's edge. So did many other cats. The she-cat, a former kittypet and ThunderClan warrior, known as Millie, touched a paw in the black water, and instantly shapes began to swirl before them. Finally, the image rested on a very young kit with leopard-like fur rolling around behind her Twoleg's nest.

"You think that thing will save us all?" Yellowfang snorted, obviously unamused.

"I don't think I should have to remind you, Yellowfang, but I was a kittypet as well, you know." Firestar watched Yellowfang carefully. "I saved the Clans. I'm sure this kittypet could do as well."

Yellowfang simply rolled her eyes. Bluestar turned to Millie. "Why do you think this kit is a chosen one?"

"I think she's the butterfly," Millie responded calmly. "Her name is Monarch. My old Housefolk used to collect dead butterflies-"

"Disgusting," Yellowfang grumbled. "Stupid. Strange-"

"Enough, Yellowfang," Bluestar scolded, but gently. "Go on, Millie."

The former kittypet looked a little uncomfortable. "Right. Well, her favorite butterflies were called monarchs. This kit's name is Monarch. It fits, she's the butterfly."

There was a lot of murmuring amongst the gathered cats. Sandstorm knew most of them doubted kittypets, but anyone from ThunderClan knew how useful and powerful they could be, if they grew up in a Clan.

There was a sudden cry from the Moonpool's edge. "Watch her!" Russetfur rasped. "What is she doing?"

Silence met StarClan again as they all carefully stared down at Monarch. The young kit was crouched down in a perfect hunter's crouch. She was watching a young rabbit hop next to her Twoleg's fence. Monarch bunched up her muscles, waited for just a moment, before soaring across the grass with incredible speed. She pounced right on the rabbit's back, and took a couple bites at it's neck to kill it. The rabbit lay limp at her paws, and Monarch purred proudly at her fresh-kill.

"Never have I ever..." Ashstar, former leader of WindClan, was staring at the kit in awe. "She is definitely under six moons. She might only be two! How could she run that fast, and already catch a rabbit? That is unusual, even for WindClan!"

"That just proves my idea!" Millie meowed, addressing all of StarClan. "Monarch is the chosen one! We must lure her to WindClan somehow. Ashstar, could you send a message to Runningfoot and Eaglestar? Tell them to accept Monarch when she reaches WindClan."

"Of course." Ashstar dipped her head.

"Then someone must lure Monarch into the forest, then," Bluestar mewed. "Then a WindClan patrol can fetch her, and take her to their territory."

"I will do that, Bluestar." Spottedleaf replied. "Just let me know when I should go."

"Right now. Ashstar is visiting WindClan currently. Go, Spottedleaf, and take Monarch into the wild."

Sandstorm could tell memories were flashing before Firestar's eyes, of his early days as a kittypet, and meeting ThunderClan for the first time. They stared at each other for a moment, then turned back to the gather of cats.

"What about the weather, Bluestar?" Yellowfang asked. "That one isn't easy."

"I agree." Bluestar sighed tiredly. "We will just have to wait, but we will act quickly. Dewflower's kits are due any day, now. Maybe we'll have a sign then."

"We better hope so," Sandstorm whispered to herself. The thought of everything she knew, even StarClan, just being destroyed, was a thought she could bear.

How could she pray to StarClan now if she was already there? Was there hardly any hope when StarClan was just as helpless? She sighed sadly, and leaned against Firestar.

No, Sandstorm finally decided as she felt Firestar's warmth heat her body. There is always hope.

A/N: Was that a good prologue to you guys? Please let me know by reviewing! :D

I will upload another chapter soon. :3