AN: Okay, so I'm pretty excited about this story. The idea came to me while I was reading older fics. Most of them had either been abandoned or were just plain horrible. I'm sorry if you're one of the authors ^^" But here's the full summary:

It is said that the darkest nights bring the best in every creature. Willowshine knew that this was just a legend, but when it comes true in her own Clan, she finds out that not even the most powerful cat can stop what has been written so many seasons ago.

R I V E R C L A N

LEADER: Mistystar - gray she-cat with blue eyes

DEPUTY: Reedwhisker - black tom

MEDICINE CAT: Mothwing - dappled golden she-cat with white paws
Apprentice, Willowshine

WARRIORS:

Beechfur - light brown tom

Otterheart - dark brown she-cat

Dapplenose - mottled gray she-cat
Apprentice, Woodpaw

Dawnflower - pale gray she-cat

Pouncetail - ginger and white tom
Apprentice, Sandpaw

Mintfur - light gray tabby tom

Pinefur - short-haired tabby she-cat
Apprentice, Splashpaw

Rainstorm - mottled blue-gray tom
Apprentice, Fallenpaw

Minnowtail - dark gray she-cat

Pebblefoot - mottled gray tom

Nettlesplash - mottled dark brown tom

Robinwing - small tortoiseshell and white tom
Apprentice, Tinypaw

Coppershine - dark ginger she-cat

Mallownose - light brown tabby tom

Sneezewhisker - gray and white tom

Beetlewhisker - brown and white tom

Grasspelt - light brown tom

Petalfur - gray and white she-cat

Hollowstorm - dark brown tabby tom

Troutleap - pale gray tabby she-cat

Mossypool - brown and white she-cat

Rushtail - light brown tabby tom

APPRENTICES:

Woodpaw - dusky brown tom with a darker brown tail

Sandpaw - ginger tom with amber eyes, has white paws and a white chest

Splashpaw - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with blue eyes

Fallenpaw - creamy white tom with darker brown paws and amber eyes

Tinypaw - very small creamy white tom with yellow eyes

QUEENS:

Duskfur - brown tabby she-cat, mother of Featherkit (very pale gray she-cat), and Owlkit (dusky brown tom)

Mosspelt - tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes

ELDERS:

Blackclaw - smoky black tom

Voletooth - small brown tabby tom

Cold air blew from the mountains, ruffling the reeds that surrounded an island where cats slept. Night had fallen upon this area many times, but this was no ordinary night. Whispers wisped across the fields and forests, towards the river that carved its way towards the island. Fear itself was in the air, a name that most cats had come to know. They were terrified of the darkness that followed. The name had been sworn upon by the warriors that lived in this area. Their memories were tainted with the hate that fear brought them.

A pale golden tabby tom stood near the banks of a roaring river. Rain had come for many days now, and the river was swollen from it all. He knew that his Clan needed the river in order to survive. Yet the river itself could easily take their lives if they were not careful.

His eyes narrowed as the moon hovered above him. It was dark out, far darker than he could ever remember. He could barely see the whiskers in front of him, despite the moonlight that washed over the river. The tom knew that something dangerous was coming. Only on these dark nights did this dangerous thing come.

He turned around when pawsteps skidded across pebbles. It was a smaller gray she-cat, whose tail had a kink in it. She met his gaze but remained silent as he looked back at the darkening sky. He could taste the fear that she felt as she stood beside him. She was afraid for her Clan, not herself. The pale tabby gave her a reassuring lick on the shoulders as she sighed.

"It is coming, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

"I'm afraid so," the tabby replied. "It has been written seasons before I was born. A darkness that cannot be stopped. . ." His voice trailed off as the moon lowered behind the mountains.

"Yellowfur, what will we do if it comes to us?" the smaller cat asked.

"There is nothing we can do, Shadepaw," he replied. "We can only pray that it will not harm us like it has in the past."

Shadepaw shuddered as she imagined the terrible stories that had been told of how cats would go mad during these times. This was because of the darkness that slowly consumed their hearts. Many tales had been described in these matters. She was terrified of what would happen if it came to her Clan.

Yellowfur flicked his tail when the sun began to rise, taking the place of the darkness that had come. Shadepaw glanced up at it, and silently sent a prayer to StarClan. She prayed that it would never come to her Clan. That they would not have to suffer like the other Clans had in the past.

. . .

Waves lapped against the shore, waking Willowshine up. She slowly opened her eyes until they adjusted to the light that filtered through her den. Her mentor was already awake, and the nest Mothwing slept in was empty. The gray tabby medicine cat shook her head as she imagined the dream she had last night.

It was a vivid memory, and one that she rarely forgot. The dream had come to her now twice. Every quarter moon it seemed to come. She'd see the same cats standing near the banks of a river. The cats would share a few words and than disappear. This was the third time she had the dream, and now she knew that they had a meaning.

Willowshine tried to shake out the uneasy thoughts that raked her mind as she padded out of the medicine cat's den. Life around camp was busy as usual as morning approached. The apprentices were practicing their swimming skills near a shallow pool. She spotted Duskfur's kits watching them enviously. She hid a purr of amusement as she approached Mothwing, who was nosing through the fresh-kill pile.

"Mothwing?" Willowshine tried to make herself sound courteous. She knew that Mothwing did not believe in StarClan. She'd found out moons ago when they had to visit ThunderClan for help. Yet she did not tell the Clan about Mothwing's secret. She doubted the Clan would have ever accepted the dappled she-cat as their medicine cat if they found out.

"What is it, Willowshine?" Mothwing asked when she lifted her muzzle.

"I. . .I need to share tongues with StarClan, tonight," Willowshine stammered.

Her mentor blinked in surprise. Mothwing tilted her head to one side and shook it. "We only do that during the half moon, when the other medicine cats go," she meowed.

"I know that!" Frustration swelled within Willowshine as Mothwing went back to the fresh-kill pile. "But this is important. It needs to be done before the half moon."

Mothwing stared at Willowshine levelly until she looked down at her paws. Willowshine's tail lashed across the sandy ground as she waited for her mentor's reply. Even if Mothwing said no she would go. There was no stopping her from finding out what these dreams meant.

"If you must go, than go." Mothwing met Willowshine's gaze. "Please be careful though." She suddenly stepped forward and rubbed noses against Willowshine, whose fur spiked at the feeling.

Slowly Willowshine nodded. She knew now that she had to share tongues with StarClan. It was the only way she would find out what these dreams meant. Or if they were a danger to her and the Clan.

AN: Yes, I combined the prologue with the allegiances. It will be in Willowshine's point of view and another. You'll have to wait and see who that character is until chapter two ;)