A white mist was drifting over the ground, the light from the moon above making it seem to glow. Rocks dotted the edge of the sandy path, them too glowing silver from the light of the sky. Five cats padded along the path, speaking quietly of herbs, their eyes glued to their destination. A large white tree loomed in front of them, sending streaks of moonlight towards them.

A light gray tom with dark flecks approached first, touching his nose gingerly to the white bark. His body trembled slightly, but soon he had drifted to sleep. A smaller, dark brown tom copied the gray toms actions, followed by a brown and ginger she-cat and a light gray she-cat. The last cat stood there, she felt unusually wary to speak with her ancestors. Despite her feelings, she approached the tree, touching her nose to the bark. She gasped at the coldness of it, yet still fell asleep.

She woke up in the vast fields of StarClan, there was usually cats everywhere, basking in the sun or chasing insects, but there were none to be seen. She jerked her head behind her when she heard the sound of pawsteps behind her. A large black she-cat with stars dancing across her pelt stood before Oneleg, her amber gaze was serious.

"Hello, Oneleg," The cat dipped her head in greeting. "I have something to show you," she turned away and began to leave.

Oneleg bounded after the mysterious cat, tripping occasionally because of her missing leg. They soon approached a small pool of water. The cat gestured with her tail for Oneleg to look. She stared at the water's reflection before her. It showed a fiery red moon so small it looked like a mere claw in the sky.

"The day of bloodshed with come, and hope will be in the form of three, the battle will destroy all if they do not unite." A variety of voices whispered around her, all different, but oddly all the same.

Suddenly Oneleg was plunged into darkness, the shapes around her melting into an inky blackness. She felt sudden fear coarse through her body and was soon running as her vision slowly returned. She felt power in her limbs, surprisingly she had four of them, as she ran alongside three other cats. One was a ginger she cat, another was a white tom with fresh wounds covering his flesh. The last was a tall brown tom, his face a mixture f grief and fear.

Suddenly a black figure snatched the white tom in it's mouth, shaking his now bloodied body violently. "Snowstar!" the remaining three cried out in unison, though Oneleg didn't know how she knew his name. She hesitated slightly, wondering if she should continue or stop to help the tom, though he was already limp in the creature's jaws.

"Come on Nightstar, we have to lead the rest to safty," Oneleg turned her head to see the ginger she-cat speaking to her, "he's gone now," she added sadly. Oneleg was confused, her name wasn't Nightstar! She glanced down at her pelt as her legs began to work again and gasped, her pelt was black.

She looked behind her to see cats racing after her, their faces a showing their fear and grief. Farther back, more dark figures were giving chase. Oneleg gave a small squeak of surprised and started sprinting faster.

The brown tom lifted his muzzle to the cats behind them and yowled, "We are nearing the forest, everyone who can climb, get as far up the trees as you can, for those who can't, hide in the thorniest bushes you can find and hope they don't find you." With that they all raced to the trees ahead.

Oneleg immediately shot up the nearest tree, only stopping when she had reached the last tall branches that would support her weight. The tree wobbled slightly as other cats climbed up also, but otherwise she was undisturbed where she hid. It felt like moons before the creatures were gone and it was safe to come out of hiding. The cats all gathered together in a nearby clearing, speaking in hushed tones and wearily glancing over their shoulder from time to time. Oneleg padded to the two cats from earlier listening as they spoke.

"What are we going to do, Treestar? We've lost our home and at least a Clan's worth of cats!" The ginger she-cat practically screeched.

"I don't know," The brown tom, apparently called Treestar, mumbled, "I still can't believe the one was hiding in the shadows, somehow getting Snowstar," he hung his head low.

"Why don't we make new clans, three instead of four? We could start all over, and make our clans stronger than before," Oneleg meowed, joining the conversation. She didn't know where she came up with the idea, but it sounded right.

"That sounds like a good plan, what do you think, Sandstar?" Treestar meowed in response, glancing at the ginger she-cat.

Yes, that sounds perfect. I will call my clan, SandClan," Sandstar meowed.

"And mine will be TreeClan," added Treestar.

"I shall name mine NightClan," Oneleg meowed, realizing this was the beginning of the clans. Suddenly the cats in the clearing melted into dark gray smoke, the starry black she-cat from before padded out.

This will be repeated if the prophecy is not fulfilled," the cat meowed before Oneleg awoke by the Moontree. The other medicine cats were already gone, so Oneleg sprinted as fast as a three legged cat could. As she approached her territory, she realized something was wrong. When she met a patrol, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Smokestar's missing!" cried out his mate when Oneleg had asked what was wrong.

Suddenly, Oneleg remembered her dream with StarClan, the smoke filled clearing. "I think I know where he is."