Sky'sFire here. Some of you may(or may not) recall my original Omen of the Stars: Mist fanfic(which I deleted a while ago), that I wrote while still under the Pen Name of Poppystream. It was very short, barely over 6,000 words. I'm re-writing it now, and making it longer. For fans of the original, keep in mind that I may be changing the plotline a bit, but nothing that makes it completely different.

This story also takes place during OOTS.(Omen of the Stars, for those of you who do not understand)

So enjoy!

Oh, and I don't own the Warriors series. Obviously, hence FanFiction.Net.

Prologue

It was a starry night. The moon was just a tiny claw-shape in the sky. Wind flowed effortlessly through the trees, and every once in a while, the sound of an owl hooting rose into the quiet stillness.

A small gray tabby tom with sightless blue eyes was sitting in the center of the ThunderClan camp. Despite his blindness, he stared up at the sky with a strange intensity, as if he could see every star in Silverpelt. He had a strange feeling that he couldn't get rid of. Like something big was about to happen.

Then, behind the young tom the soft footfalls of another cat approaching reached his ears.

The gray cat dipped his head in the newcomer's direction, meowing, "Firestar."

The Clan leader, the cat known as Firestar, sat down beside the first cat, and spoke, "Have you heard anything from StarClan lately, Jayfeather?"

Jayfeather the medicine cat shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he meowed seriously. "Then again, StarClan usually wait until full moon to share news." He turned to fix his gaze on Firestar. "Is there any particular reason for your curiosity?"

Firestar kneaded the earth with his paws, wondering whether to say anything or not. Finally, he sighed, "It's the newest kit to ThunderClan. Mistkit."

Jayfeather's ears pricked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit. "What about her?"

Firestar hesitated. Should he...?

In the distance an owl hooted. Firestar wondered briefly whether it was hunting some poor helpless mouse. He shook his head rapidly, dispelling the random thought.

"She seems...different than her denmates. I don't see her play with the other kits, and I often see her staring off into the open air, like she's seeing something no other cat can." Firestar said hurriedly.

Jayfeather blinked. "And this makes you think there's something about her? Something that StarClan may know?" The medicine cat seemed a bit interested.

Firestar glanced down at the ground. "I don't know," he meowed finally. "But I do know that she's not like any kit I've ever seen before."

Jayfeather sighed. "I wish I could help more, Firestar, I really do. But I can't." He then got to his paws and dipped his head to his leader. "I should go back now and get some rest."

As Jayfeather padded off, leaving the ThunderClan leader to ponder over his thoughts, he still had that odd feeling from before. But now that he had spoken to Firestar about Mistkit, he felt as if this feeling had increased tenfold. Was Firestar right? Was Mistkit really just the average, normal everyday kit that was born into a Clan?

Something was telling the medicine cat that no, Mistkit was not anything average.

He'd have to keep an eye on her. Metaphorically speaking, anyway.

There it is. Mist's prologue, done at last. Yeah, it's short, I know. Usually my chapters range from anywhere to 1200 words to 2000 words. Prologues are the exception, though. They're never that long.

So leave a review and tell me what you think! Helpful criticism and suggestions are always appreciated here.

~Sky'Fire