Prologue

The small kit ran through the grass, weaving around the trees. His prey was just out of reach, its orange wings gliding through the air. Pushing past some ferns, he saw the creature land on a log. Crouching down, the kit pounced. Suddenly, the log was moving, and he fell into a pool, shattering the image of a clan queen with dark gray fur. The butterfly flew over the kit's head, forgotten. Small green eyes widened in shock as they met larger eyes darkened by anger.

"Stupid kit!" The tom growled, no longer being thought of as a log. "You should all just go away!"

Surprise flickered across the kit's face as the forest around him slowly faded away, replaced by barren plains. All the kits from StarClan mirrored his expression as the appeared in the plains near the brown kit. Knowledge flashed through his thoughts, and he hung his head in shame, having been the reason the kits could no longer go to StarClan. Fallkit crept into the shadows, and watched as his sister took charge of the kits, and named them StarkitClan.