A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first fanfic! I'm really new at this, but I'd like plenty of reviews stating their honest opinion and some helpful tips.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot line! And maybe the awesome warriors names! And the prophecy! But I think it's safer to say I own nothing because Warrior Cats is copyright. Yeah.

Phew, I don't know how to do this. I hope you enjoy. Try not to hate it. Yeah.

(BTW, SORRY IF THE CHAPTERS/THE PROLOUGE IS SHORT!)

Prologue:

Soft light beamed through the thin bramble walls of the nursery. The leaders' den, a sledge above them, could only be reached by climbing, high up, grasping cracks in rock and pushing up with powerful hind claws. The warriors' den, across from the nursery, was below a hanging Tree Branch. Brambles and thorns made up the den where the warriors slept, and the Tree Branch above it was where Pebblestar made her announcements from, where new warriors, apprentices, and elders' stood when they came of age. The elders' den, which was in front of the nursery, was yet another bramble den. The medicine cat den was a small, off-to-the-side cave. Inside it, a river ran, lined with moss. The river was not the only source of water in the territory, but the most used. Feathers and moss made up the nests, sometimes even the occasional thorn. DustClan cats' pelts had grown immune to the constant sting of thorns and brambles.

Deep inside the nursery walls, two kits suckled at their mothers' stomach. The mother, Lightsky, a pale, dusty brown she-cat, purred. She waited for her mate through the day. Both kits continued to suckle, eyes still closed, stopping for the occasional nap or mewl. When night came, Lightsky couldn't stand it. She woke Dawndapple, another queen, and asked if the battle patrol should have been back by now. Her reply was startling; at least, to Lightsky, whose mate was the black deputy Darkstorm.

"They haven't returned?" A surprised Dawndapple looked up, her kits Fawnkit, Thornkit, Silverkit and Sparrowkit mewling protests. "Well, let's just hope Pebblestar and Darkstorm haven't run into any trouble with ShadeClan. They probably have, though." The mean she-cat shrugged indifferently and went back to sleep, while Lightsky began to hyperventilate. Trouble with ShadeClan often ended in a death or two.

Finally, when the stars were high over head, Lightsky could hear the battle patrol returning. The stomp of their paws made her wince; these sounded like slow, defeated steps. And they were.

Setting her kits down gently on the nest of feathers, Lightsky ran out into the clearing.

"What happened?" she demanded to the sullen warriors. Even Littleface, her best friend, would not answer. A desperate cry arose from Lightsky's frowning mouth. "What happened?"

Pebblestar shouldered her way to Lightsky. The powerful silver she-cat looked at Lightsky. "I am on my last life now. All of my cats are wounded. And my deputy, your mate, the father of your kits, is dead."

Lightsky slumped to the cold ground and sobbed, overwhelmed with sudden grief.

The cry was taken up amongst the Clan as they gazed at the distraught she-cat. "Darkstorm is dead!" the whispers flew faster through the cats and the body of the brave, dark deputy was brought forward by Acornpelt.

His dark blue eyes were opened, but they reflected the misty storm clouds and the stars; no emotion shone in them.

Cats began to slink off to Juniperleaf to be healed, or to prepare for vigil with the elders, Fallenwing and Vinestripe. The apprentices followed their mentors, head and tail down.

No-one was talking except Lightsky, who was crouched over the tom's body, crying onto his already tear-stained fur.

The depressed queen's eyes were closed. She seemed to be dead herself. But if you were close to her on that grief-filled night, you would've heard her whispering until dawn, "Darkstorm is dead. My love is dead."

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A/N: So that's it! The first post of my first fanfic! I need at least three reviews to continue. R&R?