Prologue
Eight paws trampled the earth as four loner cats made their way through the thick green forest. These cats were uncommonly very large and powerful for a cat, and their fur clung freakishly to their muscular legs. They had grouped up a few moons ago for a secret evil plot they all plotted.
They knew exactly where they're headed; they were heading to clan cats. These loner cats all despised clan cats. They had already destroyed a couple clans they came across. At the pace they were going it would take at least five moons to reach their new destination. In their eyes showed the blood thirstiness of their hearts. They always traveled at night and part of the days and rested at sun high.
Pistachio leads the small but powerful group. Prince, Reed and Mess all followed and took orders from their dark leader.
"What do we do when every clan is destroyed?" growled Prince.
"Obviously keep them from reforming," Pistachio hissed in reply his tail twitching angrily. "Even if it means killing every single little clan rat there is."
There were no more words passed between them as they traveled through the dark forest.
Goldenstar sat in his den munching at a field mouse, he had not eaten before sun down, for he was too busy to grab any food earlier, when he heard a soft meow:
"Goldenstar?" he recognized the voice.
"You may come in, Flowerslayer" he answered, "what's wrong?"
The white cat breathed in deeply, "a message from Starclan: The clans are in danger."
Goldenstar lifted his head from the mouse, "which ones?"
"All of them." She informed.
"Did they say anything else?"
"Only that violetwasp can save us."
"Violetwasp!" he cried. "nobody survives that. How in the world would that help?"
"I don't know, but that's what Starclan told me."
Goldenstar turned so that Flowerslayer couldn't see his face. "Thank you, Flowerslayer, you may go."
Laying down Goldenstar thought about the news that was just laid before him. He slept restless though the night.