Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors
A beautiful long haired white she cat looked to the sunset with her piercing green eyes. She turned away and padded quickly through the long grass and wildflowers, her ears pricked for rattle snakes and her mouth stuffed with dandelion roots, sunflower seeds and a small vole.
By the time she made the long trek back to the large hollow oak tree that served as her den. The sun had set and the first stars of Silverpelt had started to gleam in the darkening sky. She had feeling Starclan would want to speak to her tonight. She quickly sorted her supplies and settled down to eat the vole. She had a strange feeling something was wrong.
She glanced outside. It was Moonhigh. The Warriors of Starclan would be expecting her. She curled up in her moss nest with her nose just resting on a large clear rock.
"Starstone, guide me to Starclan" the she-cat mumbled.
She was suddenly in a clearing surrounded by four tall trees, each scented by distinct clan. She settled into a sitting position as one sole warrior came into view, formed by stars and comets.
"Ivymist" Bluestar called.
"Yes Bluestar"
"Thunderclan and I need your help." She continued. My greatest warrior will suffer an injury that will change everything, and only you can help him."
"Who is this warrior?" Ivymist questioned
"But you can see him with his companions" Bluestar said as a small circle opened up beside her.
Ivymist perceived the cats every detail. There were four cats total, one ginger, another white, a gray tom, and one that was fire-red.