Prologue

A grey tom stared at his camp, in ruins. He couldn't believe it. How did this happen? Out of nowhere, two silver she-cats approached him. They were glowing, and when they spoke, he realised that they were StarClan warriors.

"A flame will be let loose, destroying everything and everyone in it's path." The larger silver tabby said. The smaller one, which looked like a replica of the first one, said, "Rustling leaves will save all."

"Wait, what does this mean? Don't go!" But his starry ancestors had already left, leaving the medicine cat flabbergasted. He repeated what he had heard. "A flame will be let loose, destroying everything and everyone in it's path. Rustling leaves will save all."

Hey everyone, please review. No flames. I'm sorry there are no prizes, but if you guess who the silver cats are, I will mention you in my story. Put in a name, and you will be Birchfall's and Whitewing's kit. =D