Prologue

"She will have to accept the new Clan!" A Black she-cat with deep amber eye's yelled. Her and 3 other cats sit in a foggy clearing, it was almost impossible to hear anything over the pouring rain.

"But what if she doesn't, Blackfur? The clans will fall apart without the new clans powers!" A skinny golden tabby she-cat yowled over the rain.

"Trust the prophecy, Lionflower. She will make it. Nightkit will be a great warrior." A gray tabby tom calmly said as the rain died down." I promise the prophecy will prevail!"

"No need to get rash Stormst…"a pure white tom started to say when he got interrupted.

"You better keep your promise, Stormstrike, or your precious clan will not be spared by the Dark Rivers." Blackfur mrowed followed by a hearty laugh." Remember the prophecy, Stormstrike, The Night's Shadows will scare away even the darkest rivers."