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Prologue
It was a chilly night on the moors. The wind blew harder than usual, and the clouds gleamed brightly around a near-full moon. The grass flattened around a dip in the ground where the sleeping bodies of cats lay. Everything was silent, but two pairs of eyes glowed in the darkness "Onestar, I have recieved a prophocy for WindClan." a cat spoke, breaking the silence.
"Yes? Wht is it?" the other cat, brown tabby pelt barely visible demanded. "Is it good or bad? And why now?"
"It hints of dark times for our clan." The old tomcat growled. "But, it must have some good in it."
"Well let's hear it! Come on Barkface!" Onestar pressed.
"Don't rush me." Barkface gave him a sideways glance. "Thunder must mingle with the Wind or blood will be spilled."
Onestar's eyes narrowed. "Thunder...Wind... could it mean the Clans?" Barkface looked at his leader hopelessly. Onestar stared at the old cat, his eyes deep in thought. Then he stood up decidedly. "We must brace ourselves for it. Whatever it is. I will call a meeting to warn the Clan."
"They are all asleep!" Barkface rasped, standing up and padding after his leader.
"This is moonhigh!" Onestar mewed."This is when a leader apoints a new deputy, and makes new warriors!"
"This is not for a deputy or new warriors." Barkface muttered.
"All cats of WindClan, join with me at Tallrock for a clan meeting!" Onestar yowled. He leaped on top of the Tallrock, which was Barkface's place where her stored herbs under as well.
Confused mutters filled the air as the WindClan cats shook themselves awake and slowly padded over to join their leader where he stood anxiously.
"Why so late at night?" One cat called out.
"You'll find out soon, Webfoot. Be quiet."An elder hissed at Webfoot. Webfoot snorted and sat back down.
"Barkface has recieved a prophecy from StarClan. I tell you this because it is important for the benefit of our Clan." Onestar flicked his tail to Barkface.
Barkface leaped up to stand beside Onestar. "Thunder must mingle with Wind or blood will be spilled."
Shocked yowls errupted. "Does that mean ThunderClan? ThunderClan cats could never be part of WindClan!" Webfoot yowled, leaping to his paws.
"What does it mean, "Thunder and Wind? Is it Clans as Webfoot said?" Another cat called.
"Whose blood?"
"Quiet!" Onestar yowled. "We will give you an answer when we have one. You may go to sleep now, but keep on the lookout for anything that might be connected to the prophocy."
Onestar leaped down and watched as the cats went back to their nests. At last he went as well.
"Oh StarClan, show us something more!" Barkface pleaded. He stared up at the starlit sky.