Prologue
The moonlight peeked out for the first time in moons. A shape glanced at the bright sharp winter moon mewed to his leader, "Do you see that black hole in the middle of the moon? Starclan has spoken to me tonight and have given me this prophecy. Darkness and betrayal shall come from within our clan yet from the same clan will come the Leafbare streams that will abolish this darkness."
"What does this mean, Marrowtail?" The ginger leader mewed.
"The meaning is plain...there will be a cat in our clan whose loyalty we can doubt yet I do not understand the winter streams. Perhaps Starclan will show me more as moons pass. Let us pray this does not happen during Leafbare, when we cannot spare losing cats."
"Yes, you have never been wrong yet. Let us be aware of all possible Treachery."
"And Fawnstar," The medicine cat turned once more.
"Yes?"
"Beware of a finch." Came the last words, puzzling the leader farther.
That night, in the nursery, three newborn kits laid in the nursery, one a brown tabby, one unusually black, and the last white like her mother.