Prologue
A small pond glistened at three cats sat around it. One of them, a blue-gray cat, spoke first,"There's trouble coming, and a very bad kind of trouble." She focused on the pond and the shape of two cats faded onto the surface.
"Bluestar, those are just apprentices, what could they do?"asked a tom with a crooked jaw.
"They won't be apprentices forever,"replied the third cat, a white tom with yellow eyes.
"But even as warriors."
"A warrior can be as powerful as the leader if they have enough followers,"Bluestar said.
They sat in silence for a while after that. "Hey, Bluestar?"said the white tom and a third shape shimmered onto the surface.
Bluestar didn't reply as she stared at the shape. She shook her head. "Crookedstar, Whitestorm, something bad is coming. Something very bad."
