Hey giys, sorry for being so inactive but I have been really busy with school and stuff. Before I start rambling and giving excuses I'll start with the story, this is just the prologue.

~Adopted from Leafsplash-Of-ThunderClan (She's a really awesome authopr, you should check out her stories)

~I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter has that honour

A pale ginger tom with stars glimmering in his fur could be seen racing through a starlit forest. He seemed to be in a hurry.

The moonlight bounced off of his patchy pelt and into the surrounding shrubs.

"Sandgorse," the voice of a she-cat came from the shadows, "You're here."

The tom stepped into the shadows, pausing as if to great something or someone familiar, before moving on after the soft, love-filled voice.

Two sets of pawsteps could be heard from a sandy, earth-strewn cave where some cats where gathered in a rough circle. The ginger tom emerged from a shdowy tunnel that lead into the cave, a soft-furred black and white she-cat just pawsteps behind.

"Good to see you again Sandgorse," a brown tom greeted the ginger tom.

The ginger one dipped his head in greeting, "You too Hickorynose. How is Meadowslip?"

"As good as ever," came the reply.

"Can we get back to the reason that we're here?" a small, dark gray cat interrupted.

"Of course," the two toms nodded simoultanesly.

A river gently and softly ran past behind the group of gathered cats, the calm sound all to be heard for a few heartbeats.

"Who should it be?" a dark ginger tom nervously broke the serene silence.

"Dawnpaw?" the dark gray she-cat from before suggested.

"No," a gray and white tom disagreed, "She's much to like a moor runner."

No cat dared argue with the gray and white tom.

"What about Fernstreak?" a light brown she-cat tried.

"She does look a lot more like a tuneller than Dawnpaw," a tabby light brown she cat supported this.
"She has kits," the ginger tom argued," Besides, Thornpaw is as close to a tunneler as you can get."

"True," the light brown she-cat stated turning to the gray and white tom who's green eyes was glowwing in what little light reached the group.

"Very well," he adressed the circle of cats, "Everyone that wants Thornpaw set a stone on the side of the river, if you'd like some other cat, place it on the side with the entrance."

The stones by the river where more...