The glints of eyes were luminous in the waxing crescent light. The gloominess of Blackspore seemed to soak into their pelts and chill their hearts. Mist walked where they stepped (or was that the steam from where their lava rides where padding) and every cat feared them. The Mist Branch was coming. The hunters...
Goldenflower stepped forwards and called the signal, the guild burst into the Nightclan camp with only one task in hand.
Melody Rabbitnight
A very very very very very short prolouge there. Btw, I was not at the battle because of the time difference. :( 5 HOURS DIFFERENCE!