Hey all! Okay, so I'm gonna start posting Book Two of The Greatest Storm, Advent Storm! I hope you all enjoy, and please, don't forget to review! Oh, and just to let you know, I do not have this Book completely finished. I'm only on Chapter Nineteen. Which means updated will be far slower than on my last Book (which you should read, if you haven't yet, as this is a direct sequel). So you'll just have to learn patience.

And again, I do not own Warriors. Wish I did, but I don't. All I own are the characters and plot... Which I'm actually pretty content with...

Well, here goes nothing...

Prologue

The moon was high and bright above the hollow, casting everything below in a silvery light. In the shadows of a holly bush, a red-orange she-cat sat, impatiently awaiting what she knew was to come. Her vivid green eyes cast a gaze around the surrounding forest, her ears pricked for any sign of her visitor's arrival.

A twig crunched behind her and her fur fluffed up, but fell flat a moment later when a silvery gray she-cat came into view. She let out her breath in a slow sigh and rose to greet the other cat.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," she breathed into the night, her breath creating a small steamy cloud in the cool air.

"Worry not. I am here. And all is well," the silver cat replied, her voice soft and sweet. "You have done well, young Breezestar. Your leadership has remained strong since the day you were given your nine lives by us just twenty moons ago."

"It's been that long already?" Breezestar asked in surprise. She hadn't realized it was coming up on two years since that day when, as a young warrior and deputy of CallistoClan, she had been named leader.

"It has," her companion replied. "And StarClan have never questioned your strength or choices. As I said, you have done well."

"So why is it that you needed to meet me here, Moonfur? Surely StarClan didn't simply send you to praise me?"

"You're right, they didn't. I've been sent with a warning. A new prophecy, or rather, an extension of an old one, has unfolded among the stars. It is this: Dark times lie ahead, as the Clans drift farther apart. As separate and different as the Elements they are, but needing one another just as much for life to carry on. One will be born of the Elements, destined for the Stars. From four to five and back to one, Earth, Air, Water, and Fire will combine… to stop the greatest Storm in its tracks."

Breezestar looked perplexedly at her old friend. "But Moonfur, what does it all mean?"

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you any more than you know. But be warned. And always remember, StarClan is watching over you." Moonfur turned as if to leave, but then stopped, looking back with sorrow in her blue eyes. "Could you do me a favor?" she asked, her voice only a whisper.

"Anything, Moonfur, just name it."

"Could you… could you tell Oakpelt I still love him, and that I will wait for him as long as it takes, until we are united once more?"

Breezestar looked at her, her own heart breaking. "Of course I will. He still loves you, too. And he's never stopped grieving for you, but he knows you are watching him from StarClan."

"Thank you, Breezestar. Take care." The silver cat turned and disappeared into the deep shadows of the night.

Breezestar was left alone to her own thoughts, the prophecy still ringing in her ears. 'Dark times lie ahead…from four to five and back to one…to stop the greatest Storm in its tracks.'