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This is the third book in the Blue Moon series! Make sure you've read the first book, entitled Untold Secrets, and the second book, A Journey, before reading any further! Thank you! :3

Anyway, sorry about that. Don't want any new readers accidentally spoiling it for themselves. Any who, sorry I didn't get this up any earlier, I've been a bit busy, what with getting back to school and stuff. We'll be choosing our GCSE options soon, eek!

Anyway, this is a bit of a weird Prologue, hope you don't mind. ^^ Apologies if there are any mistakes in the allegiances, I've checked them through, but there's the possibility I've missed something. :3

Allegiances

THUNDERCLAN

Leader Bramblestar – dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Apprentice, Pebblepaw

Deputy Lionblaze – golden tabby tom with amber eyes (standing in

for Squirrelflight whilst she nurses her kits)

Medicine Cat Leafpool – light brown tabby she-cat with amber

eyes, apprentice, Jayfeather

Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)

Brackenfur – golden brown tabby tom

Sorreltail – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes

Spiderleg – long-limbed black tom with brown underbelly and

amber eyes

Birchfall – light brown tabby tom

Whitewing – white she-cat with green eyes

Apprentice, Stormpaw

Berrynose – cream-coloured tom

Apprentice, Puddlepaw

Hazeltail – small grey-and-white she-cat

Mousewhisker – grey-and-white tom

Orangeflight – orange tabby she-cat with green eyes

Poppyfrost – tortoiseshell she-cat

Cinderheart – grey tabby she-cat

Lionblaze – golden tabby tom with amber eyes

Foxleap – reddish tabby tom

Icecloud – white she-cat

Toadstep – black-and-white tom

Rosepetal – dark cream she-cat

Blossomfall – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

Bumblestripe – very pale grey tom with black stripes

Apprentice, Mosspaw

Ivypool – silver-and-white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes

Molespots – spotted brown-and-cream tom

Lilystream – dark brown tabby she-cat with white patches

Seedflight – very pale ginger she-cat

Apprentice, Honeypaw

Dewclaw – dark grey tom with amber eyes

Ambersky – pale grey she-cat with white patches

Snowfall – white tom with amber eyes

Apprentices (at least six moons, in training to become warriors)

Jayfeather – grey tabby tom with blind blue eyes

Pebblepaw – golden tabby tom

Puddlepaw – very pale grey tom

Honeypaw – golden brown tabby she-cat

Stormpaw – very dark grey tom

Mosspaw – long-furred tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

Queens (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)

Cherryflower – ginger she-cat, mother to Redkit (dark fox-red

tom) and Lakekit (pale ginger tabby she-kit with white patches)

Squirrelflight – dark ginger she-cat with green eyes, mother to

Nettlekit (mottled pale grey tom), Finchkit (dark brown-and-

white tabby tom) and Flamekit (very bright ginger she-kit)

Dovewing – pale grey she-cat with blue eyes, expecting

Bumblestripe's kits

Daisy – cream long-furred cat from horseplace

Elders (former warriors and queens, now retired)

Thornclaw – golden brown tabby tom

Cloudtail – long-haired white tom with blue eyes

Brightheart –white she-cat with ginger patches she-cat

Dustpelt – dark brown tabby tom

Greystripe – long-haired grey tom

Sandstorm – pale ginger she-cat with green eyes

Millie – striped grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes

SHADOWCLAN

Leader Crowstar – black-and-white tom

Deputy Toadfoot – dark brown tom

Apprentice, Thornpaw (pale brown tabby tom)

Medicine Cat Berrywhisker – mottled grey she-cat

Warriors Applefur – mottled brown she-cat

Ratscar – brown tom with a long scar running down his

back

Tawnypelt – tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

Olivenose – tortoiseshell she-cat

Owlclaw – light brown tabby tom

Apprentice, Ravenpaw (black-and-white tom)

Shrewfoot – grey she-cat with black feet

Scorchfur – dark grey tom

Ivytail – black, white and tortoiseshell she-cat

Tigerheart – dark brown tabby tom

Dawnpelt – cream-furred she-cat

Pinenose – black she-cat

Ferretclaw – cream-and-grey tom

Starlingwing – ginger tom

Apprentice, Smallpaw (small black she-cat)

Snowypelt – small white she-cat

Queens Kinkfur – tabby she-cat with long fur that sticks out at all

angles

Snowbird – pure white she-cat (mother to Mottlekit and

Nightkit)

Elders Littlecloud – very small tabby tom, former medicine cat

Snaketail – dark brown tom with tabby-striped tail

Smokefoot – black tom

WINDCLAN

Leader Onestar – brown tabby tom

Deputy Sedgewhisker – light brown tabby she-cat

Appprentice, Wildpaw (silver tabby tom)

Medicine Cat Kestrelflight – mottled grey tom

apprentice, Larkpaw (dark grey she-cat)

Warriors Crowfeather – dark grey tom

Owlwhisker – light brown tabby tom

Gorsetail – very pale grey-and-white tom with blue eyes

Weaselfur – ginger tom with white paws

Heathertail – light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Harespring – brown-and-white tom

Apprentice, Eaglepaw (dark reddish tabby tom)

Leaftail – dark tabby tom with amber eyes

Emberfoot – grey tom with two dark paws

Apprentice, Falconpaw (pale brown-and-white tabby she-cat)

Sunstrike – tortoiseshell she-cat with large white mark on

her forhead

Swallowtail – dark grey she-cat

Apprentice, Swiftpaw (golden brown tabby she-cat)

Whiskernose – light brown tom

Boulderfur – large pale grey tom

Crouchfoot – black tom

Tinystep – very pale grey she-cat

Quickbird – dark brown she-cat

Mudpelt – brown-and-cream tom

Hawkclaw – large dark brown tom (formerly Strongpaw,

renamed at his request after killing a hawk)

Rabbitfoot – pale brown she-cat with white paws

Queens Furzepelt – grey-and-white she-cat (mother to Littlekit)

Elders Ashfoot – grey she-cat, former deputy

Whitetail – small white she-cat

RIVERCLAN

Leader Mistystar – grey she-cat with blue eyes

Deputy Grasspelt – light brown tom

Medicine Cat Mothwing – dappled golden she-cat

Apprentice, Willowshine (grey tabby she-cat)

Warriors Mintfur – light grey tabby tom

Apprentice, Sandypaw (very pale ginger tom)

Icewing – white she-cat with blue eyes

Pebblefoot – mottled grey tom

Apprentice, Morningpaw (very pale grey tabby she-cat)

Duskfur – brown tabby she-cat

Apprentice, Swanpaw (white she-cat with blue eyes)

Mallownose – light brown tabby tom

Robinwing – tortoiseshell-and-white tom

Apprentice, Pikepaw (black-and-silver tabby tom)

Hollowflight – dark brown tabby tom

Apprentice, Duckpaw (dark grey-and-white tabby tom)

Mossyfoot – brown-and-white she-cat

Rushtail – light brown tabby tom

Heronbeak – brown tabby tom

Littlestream – tortoiseshell she-cat

Apprentice, Shadepaw (very dark grey she-cat)

Cloudysky – grey-and-white she-cat

Goldenlight – very pale ginger she-cat

Rapidstream – pale brown-and-white tom

Rainsplash – dark grey she-cat

Queens Minnowtail – dark grey she-cat, (mother to Dark-kit and

Splashkit)

Troutstream – pale grey tabby she-cat (mother to Rushingkit,

Greykit and Bluekit)

Mosspelt – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with blue eyes

Elders Reedwhisker – black tom

Greymist – pale grey tabby she-cat

SKYCLAN

Leader Leafstar – brown-and-cream tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Deputy Sharpclaw – dark ginger tom

Medicine Cat Frecklewish – mottled light brown tabby she-cat with

spotted legs, apprentice, Brackenpaw (light brown tabby tom)

Warriors Waspwhisker – grey-and-white tom

Shrewtooth – skinny black tom

Ebonyclaw – striking black she-cat, former daylight-warrior

Billystorm – ginger-and-white tom

Harveymoon – white tom, former daylight-warrior

Rockshade – black tom

Bouncefire – ginger tom

Sagewhisker – pale grey tom

Mintfur – grey tabby she-cat

Rabbitleap – very pale brown tom

Creekfeather – grey tabby tom

Nettlesplash – pale brown tom

Plumwillow – dark grey she-cat

Honeysplash – light golden she-cat

Birdflight – black she-cat with a grey muzzle

Sandypelt – light ginger-and-white tom

Harryclaw – grey tom with a pale muzzle and underbelly

Robinsong – golden brown tabby she-cat with green eyes

Apprentice, Mousepaw (small pale brown she-cat)

Flintclaw – dark grey-and-ginger tom

Shadewillow – black she-cat

Greywhisper – very dark grey she-cat

Sparrowfoot – black tom with one white paw

Cloudfoot – brown tabby tom with white paws

Berrystep – pale brown tabby tom

Brightwing – ginger-and-white she-cat

Whitefern – white she-cat with green eyes

Redflower – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

Queens Fallowfern – pale brown she-cat

Firesong – dark ginger she-cat (daughter of Billystorm and

Leafstar, mother to Flintclaw's kits, Sootkit, small dark grey

tom, and Aspenkit, golden brown tabby she-kit)

Tinycloud – small white she-cat (Clovertail's daughter,

mother to Sagewhisker's kits, Wildkit, dark ginger-and-

white tom, Lark-kit, pale grey she-kit with black points,

Wolfkit, dark grey tom with black paws, and Frostkit, small

white tom)

Stormwhisker – grey-and-ginger she-cat, expecting

Sparrowfoot's kits

Elders Echosong – silver tabby she-cat with green eyes, former

medicine cat

Patchfoot – very old black-and-white tom

Clovertail – light brown she-cat with white belly and legs

Petalnose – pale grey she-cat

Cherrytail – tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS

Smoky – muscular grey-and-white tom who lives in a barn

at the horseplace

Floss – small grey-and-white she-cat who lives at the

horseplace

Willow – smoky grey she-kit, lives at the horseplace

Poppy – pale grey she-kit, lives at horseplace

Stripe – striped dark grey tom, lives at horseplace

Spots – spotted silver tabby she-kit, lives at horseplace

Apple – dark grey-and-white she-kit, lives at horseplace

Nutmeg – pale brown she-kit, lives at horseplace

Oak – pale grey tabby tom, lives at horseplace

Red – reddish dark ginger tom with a glossy pelt, lives in

the twoleg nest at the horseplace

Prologue

He wore the darkness like a second pelt, melting in and out of the shadows, elusive as the night itself. As he stalked through the jungle of grey stone and red-stone walls, pawsteps, light as clouds, were the only sound he made.

In the distance an array of lights; yellow, orange, white, red, flickered, casting the town into an un-natural light. Slipping under a fence and into a narrow alleyway, he paused for a moment to taste the air. A patrol of the watchers have passed by recently, he observed silently, all seems to be well.

The screech of sirens erupting from the nearby thunder-path, the black tom decided to continue onwards, skulking forwards, chosing the cover of the shadows once more.

As he grew closer, he found a sly grin creeping to his face. Just wait until he told The Guardian of his findings, he'd be delighted. It would be the perfect thing to take his mind off the uprising. The black tom felt a snarl rise in his throat just at the thought of uprising.

In the couple of moons before he'd been assigned his quest, a small group of cats within the divisions had broken free of The Guardian's reign to set up their own group, to stand up against the The Guardian's rule. They called themselves, in an attempt to mock the names given to the divisions, 'The Protectors.' The black tom absolutely despised them.

Brushing aside the thoughts, the tom blinked before continuing, his pawsteps echoing along the shadowed alleyway. Tall structures, which were red-stone in daylight, were cloaked in darkness and appeared a shady grey.

It was a cool night, not quite cold, but when the black tom exhaled, soft clouds billowed in the darkness. Ducking through a hole in a crumbling fence, the tom found a small smile creeping to his features as his surrounding unfolded before him. He knew exactly where he was now, the heart of the central division of town. He was fast approaching the Guardian's den, which he estimated was, at a fast pace, a few minutes travel. He'd have to get past the guards first, of course. Likely, the Guardian would be asleep, or already in discussion with a high figure from one of the divisions, the evening reports, so he might have to wait a little.

As he travelled, skulking through the shadows, he gave thought to his littermates, how were they faring since he'd last seen them? His sister he hadn't seen for many moons, she had been transferred to The Healers when she was just eight moons as breeding stock. Now, at 24 moons, he suspected that she'd already birthed several litters for the division. Little nieces and nephews. The black tom would take an interest in his kin… But the fact was that he cared very little for his family, his sister particularly. She-cats, they were so weak.

However, he did share a bond with his two brothers, they were very close in fact. But other than that, the black tom didn't bother sparing thought towards his relations. It wasn't like he knew who his father was anyway, so that scored him out. His mother? Probably dead, she'd been part of the Breeding Stock for The Watchers. She hadn't exactly been young when she'd birthed the tom and his littermates, she would probably have gotten too old for the job since then and been 'dealt with' by one of the Guardian's closest followers.

Night-black fur glossy in the moonlight, the tom paused for a moment to smooth down his pelt. He wanted to be presentable for his encounter with the Guardian, he'd only met him a few times and one thing that you should always know about the Guardian was that it wasn't just first impressions that left an impact on him. He liked a cat to be consistent, to be just as well presented and polite the second time as the first time meeting him.

After a few quick rasps of the tongue, his pelt lay flat and slick against his lithe frame. He was ready for his meeting with the Guardian.

Right ear twitching as the cry of a bird sounded from behind him, the jet-black tom carried on his way, easily navigating the tangle of stone structures and maze-like alleyways. He at last emerged into a long alleyway, several silver twoleg-waste trunks lining the the way, glinting in the moonlight.

At the end of the alleyway stood a tumbling red-stone wall. In the centre of the wall was a large hole, concealed by a draping of lichen. Either side sat two cats, tall and proud in the dull light.

To the left was a large, solidly built, white tom with a scarred pelt and yellow eyes. The other cat was much leaner, but with powerful hindlegs. He was a dark ginger tom with eyes of a soft green and neat white paws. The black tom recognised them instantly.

"Ray, Sniff, it's been a while," he strode forwards calmly, but with complete confidence. When he reached them, he sat down, tail flicking from side to side, "You look well."

Ray, the large white tom, blinked for a moment, yellow eyes clouding, "Night," he grunted, regarding the black tom warily, "You've returned from your quest," he cast a brief glance over at his acomplice, "Sniff and I were starting to think you'd gotten lost on your way home," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

Night ignored the guard, He'll be much more respectful when I'm named the Guardian's successor, he thought confidently, giving a slight smirk. He's just jealous that I got to go on a quest while he sat here, doing nothing.

The dark ginger tom, Sniff, was much more welcoming, "Night! Brother, I feared you'd never return," he gave a little smile, pale green gaze warm, "Welcome," he shot a brief glance over at Ray, "I pressume you're here to deliver your report to the Guardian?"

Night let his startlingly blue gaze linger on his littermate, "Thank you," he dipped his head to Sniff, but deliberately ignored Ray, "Yes, is he busy?" he peered behind the dark ginger tom before sitting up on his haunches and casually licking his paw before drawing it behind his ear, "Only, I was hoping I'd get to speak with him immediately, I have much to share with him," his blue gaze drifted to the sky, deep in thought.

Sniff regarded him curiously, "Oh, you located those clan cats then did you?" he inquired inquistitively, meeting the black tom's piercing gaze.

Night held his brother's gaze, "I'm afraid that information is strictly confidential," he snorted, turning up his nose, smirking a little, "I couldn't possibly tell you."

Now, this was a really good way to annoy his brother. Sniff was a very curious, borderline nosy, cat. He liked to know everything that was going on, if he didn't know something, it bugged him and he tended to get very frustrated.

Sniff pouted, clearly annoyed by this, "Oh, come on Night! As if I'd tell anyone! You know me, I always keep my mouth shut."

The black tom ignored him, "So, I assume the Guardian's just proceeding with the evening reports?" he questioned, turning his gaze to Ray, "He won't be much longer, will he?"

The white tom glared at him, "Drake is giving his report right now, so, no, he won't be much longer," he spat bitterly. Night and Ray had never gotten along well, so it didn't really bother the black tom.

He shrugged it off, "I suppose I'll just wait then."

Tail curling around his paws, the three cats sat in silence for several heartbeats. Night realised that if he listened really carefully, he could actually make out the conversation between the Guardian and Drake, the Chief Watcher, going on behind the wall.

"Cassie birthed four kits last night, two toms and two she-kits. One of the she-kits was rather small though, weaker than the others."

That voice, rough and gravelly, was recognisable as Drake. Curiosity sparked in his deep blue gaze as he strained to hear the Guardian's response.

"I assume you dealt with her then? There is no room for weakness within the divisions, you, of all cats, should know that."

It was the low, rapsy tone of the Guardian. Night listened keenly.

"Of course, my guardian. Dead before dawn."

Night went to shuffle a little closer, but Sniff stopped him, "Hey, this is a private discussion, completely confidential. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop listening in," he gave a little smirk, amusement glimmering in his pale green gaze. Night frowned, but before he could reply, Sniff added, "Just doing my job, Night, you wouldn't want the Guardian removing me from my position," he sat up a little taller, "The Guardian has entrusted me to do this job and I won't let him down. It's because of him we're all alive."

After several more moments, the draped lichen rippled and from the crumbling stone wall emerged Drake, eyes glinting in the darkness. A powerful reddish tabby tom with green eyes, a pelt marked by scars of battles fought long ago, and with extrordinarily long claws, he was certainly a cat you didn't want to mess with.

He nodded to Ray, Sniff and Night each in turn before carrying on down to the end of the alleyway where he met two of his Senior Watchers, a very dark grey she-cat named Shadow and a bright ginger tom with half an ear missing, going by the name of Phoenix.

The three cats departed, dissolving into the shadows. Night watched for a moment, before turning to his brother. Sniff held his piercing blue gaze, "I'll go tell the Guardian you're here, he should have enough time to speak with you before he sleeps; he's finished with all the evening reports," with a motion of his tail, he dissapeared through the lichen.

The black tom could make out words being exchanged between the Guardian and Sniff, but they were talking very softly, so he couldn't quite distinguish exactly what they were saying. He did hear his name crop up occassionaly, however.

After many long heartbeats, Sniff rememerged, slipping out from the hole in the wall. His pale green gaze lingered on Night for a moment, "He'll see you now," he murmured.

Night gave a grateful nod, inhaling and exhaling briefly before calmly dipping through the wall, brushing past the tangle of lichen.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, it was much darker on the other side, the lights of the town having all been blotted out by a single twisted oak tree. This had once been a twoleg nest, but then a fire completely ravaged the structure and all that was left was the oak, which had once stood proud beside the nest.

Since then, it had become the base of the Guardian, the all poweful leader of the cats of the town. It was under his control that the four groups, The Watchers, The Attackers, The Defenders and The Healers(sometimes known as The Carers), worked, together, an unformidable force, certainly one to be reckoned with.

Night was a Watcher, working under Drake, the Chief Watcher, who, in turn, worked under the Guardian. He was proud to be a Watcher, yet but he couldn't help but feel a burning desire for more, more power. It was his ambition to the next Guardian, to become the Guardian's successor. It was no secret that the current Guardian was getting on in his moons, it wouldn't be long until he picked his successor. I will be the one he picks, he has to pick me. This quest only proves I'm the perfect cat for the job.

When his eyes had adjusted and he could at last see beyond his own paws, Night strode towards the Twisted Oak, head bowed in respect. Amongst the roots, which formed a protective shelter, was lain out a very dark grey tom, with thick, darker tabby stripes. His pelt was patchy in places, but glossy, reflecting the moon's pale light. The most striking thing, however, about this cat was his eyes. His left was a deep blue, the colour of the bluest sky, and his left, a soft amber. The Guardian.

Night dipped his head in submission as he approached the Guardian, the most powerful cat in the whole of the town. I could just kill him. Here and now. I could tell Sniff and Ray a cat from the Uprising appeared and killed him, that he named me his successor in his dying breath. The idea appealed to him, but he knew cats would be suspicious, no doubt he'd eventually be discovered as the killer. Besides, he held a fair amount of respect for this cat, he didn't want to kill him, not yet at least.

The Guardian beckoned with a flick of his tail for Night to sit before him, gaze unrevealing. The black tom obeyed, settling himself before his guardian, respectfully giving another dip of his head.

The dark grey tabby tom let his gaze pick over the black tom for a moment, before mewing,"Well?" there was no introduction, the Guardian wasn't like that, he got straight to the point. There was certainly no dithering whilst the Guardian was around.

Night took a deep breath, casting a brief glance over his shoulder before spilling his news, "Titch's words were true. Those three cats, what were they called?" he paused, "Amber paws or something… And her two brothers… I manged to track them on their return journey, they were with a large group of cats, that clan they spoke of I think?"

The Guardian gave a smirk, "Ah, wonderful," he rasped, approval glowing in his miss-matched gaze, "I knew I could count on you to get a job done, Night. Perhaps there is a place for you in this town after all?" for a moment he was deep in thought, then he shook his head, as if trying to shake off the thoughts, "Anyway, what else did you discover?" his intense gaze burned into the black tom.

Night ignored his penetrating gaze, inhaling a steady breath before responding smoothly, "The leader of their group is a brown-and-cream tabby, named Leaf or something odd? But the three young cats, the dark grey tom, the white tom and the grey-and-white she-cat, they appeared to be assisting her in leading?" he paused for a moment, not quite meeting the Guardian's gaze, "They had young kits amongst them"-

Before the black tom could continue, the Guardian cut in, smirking, "Kits," he purred slyly, thoughts sparking behind his miss-matched gaze, "Young kits you say? That's good, they won't have many memories of life before when we 'bring' them here," his gaze lingered on Night for a moment, before drifting up to the dark sky, "Yes, this is turning out far better than planned. New blood for the group, just what we need. Speaking of which," he locked gazes with the black tom once more, "The Healers; I'm considering disbanding their division and instead dividing the healers amongst the other divisions. I believe it would be far more effective to have them mixed amongst the other divisions, rather than separate, they'll be able to treat more cats at a much faster pace," he blinked calmly, his cold gaze piercing through Night, "Your thoughts on this idea?"

Night was mute for a moment, deep in concentration, deciding what the Guardian would want him to say, "It's an excellent idea, my Guardian."

The Guardian frowned and for a moment a shiver of fear rippled through the black tom, Did I say the wrong thing? The dark grey tabby glared at Night, giving a snort, "That's what they all say. I thought you were different, Night? The whole reason I assigned you that quest was to test you and you passed," unreadable emotions raced behind his cold gaze for a moment, so fast, Night began to doubt for a moment that he'd ever seen it at all, "Now, Night. I'm going to be honest with you. I'm getting old, you know that, every cat in every division knows that. The day will soon come when I must name a successor," he took a deep breath before continuing in a raspy tone, "You are certainly at the top of the list of the cats I am considering as a successor, but your problem is this; I need someone with their own thoughts, new thoughts, to make my cats stronger. That is the one thing you lack. You just go with the flow, nodding and agreeing, just like so many others. I need a cat that can change the divisions for the better, you don't seem to be that cat."

Night was still for a moment, thoughts pulsing through him. There was tinge of pride in his blue gaze, pride that the Guardian was considering him as his successor, though it was joined also by a little annoyance, a tiny hint of frustration. He was only trying to please the Guardian! Of course he had ideas! Clearly, he was the perfect cat for the job, the perfect successor and next Guardian of the divisions. He just had to prove it to the Guardian.

"But I am that cat," he objected, sitting a little taller and directly meeting the dark grey tabby's eyes, "I have thoughts, ideas! I completed the quest, didn't I? Let me prove it to you once more, I won't let you down," there was a slight challenge in his ice-blue gaze.

The Guardian wasn't fazed. For several heartbeats he sat still, thoughts swimming around his head, then he gave a nod, "Alright then. I planned on sending Drake and a few of the watchers to scout about, find where that 'clan' has its base, but perhaps you could lead them instead?" his tail curled around his paws and he paused for a moment, "There will be no instructions on my behalf. You will solely responsible for the cats you take and if you fail, it's over," he gave a flick of his tail, claws unsheathing before ripping them through a fallen leaf that lay on the ground nearby, tearing it in half, "Understood?"

There was a slight hesitation in Night's response, but he gave a nod.

The Guardian grinned, flashing a set of white fangs, "Good, you accept then?"

Night sat tall, the moon reflecting in his piercing blue eyes, "Yes. I accept."

Just to clarify, Night and the other cats in the divisions call the town as it is, a town. I know Warriors call it Twolegplace, but I'm just saying that the cats in the town call it the same as us, it just kinda figures.

Anyway, a few of you guys were asking, back in A Journey, when we first met the town cats, about what would happen with them? My answer? I won't say exactly when, but they will become very key parts in the upcoming story. Oh, and you know that black cat that was following Ambersky, Snowfall and Dewclaw? That was Night. :3 A few of you were asking who he was, now you know.

-yawn- Anyway, I'm tired. Apologies, the Prologue is pretty weird, but oh well.

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Love, Leafy x