Prologue
"Lies, they're everywhere. Peace was never promised, for only the fight has just begun. Something is going to happen, and you must find the power source that will guide you to the answer, and the key for a better warrior life for all. But if you fail, fail to find this source, all shall be doomed to an unjust ruler. Red, red is to be everywhere, snow though, it isn't red, it is sparkling and white. So if snow isn't red, then what is? Be aware, for something shall creep up on the clans, and it won't be pretty."
He woke up, his blind blue orbs shining in the moonlight. He looked up, at the full moon, then the other cats, still receiving news. Are they getting the same thing? The same prophet that was spoken to me? It couldn't be, they would probably be up by now, he thought silently. He turned his grey tabby head to the barn, where loners seem to lay.
The grey tabby stood up, and headed for the barn. Not the clan that would be waiting for his return. He padded across Windclan, not caring if any cat spotted him or not. He had to find this source, but be quick, it was only half way into night. The grey cat stopped at the barn, and sniffed the air. Red, white snow. What did this mean? Not everything was red, and it wasn't leaf-bare.
"And what are you doing here alone?" spoke a deep mysterious voice. The grey blind tom blinked with disbelief. He could see a cat, he wasn't in starclan, but he could see her. Red eyes. White fur. He growled though.
Sorry for the short chapter, this is my first story.