Hazelstar and Marshtail both couldn't sleep. It happened to the most powerful cats in ThunderClan sometimes. Marshtail looked up to the stars, quickly glancing at Silverpelt, and then looked back, as if he didn't like what he saw there. And that was right. Marshtail didn't like what he saw there. As a matter of fact, he hated what he saw there. Because it foretold dark times for ThunderClan. For all the clans.
The little Pine tree and the little Aspen,
Innocent, but blamed,
Almost Forgotten,
Even though they shouldn't have the blame.
Struck down by the thunder.
Marshtail was truly confused. There were no kits in the clan... yet. As if answering his question, a wailing came from the nursery. Oakflower was kitting! Marshtail raced to the nursery, thinking, Could Oakflower's kits be the ones? Surely not. But...
Author's Note- I hope you liked the prolog, will try to update soon!