PROLOGUE
A silver she-cat sat in a clearing, looking down over a glimmering pool of water, the surface still as glass. As she gazed into the quiet water, another cat entered the clearing behind her.
"Bluestar." She greeted the first cat. "What have you seen?"
"Too much Spottedleaf, far more than any cat should see." Bluestar answered, her paws trembling. "I don't know if the clans can survive this time."
"Bluestar, you underestimate them. They have survived before through times of hardship, and they can survive now."
Bluestar frowned. "Yes, I suppose they did do well those times, but this is different. It's ThunderClan I'm worried about, Firestar especially. You know him, he is a great leader, but he never hesitates to help another. He doesn't realize how dangerous that can be."
"You have to trust them. They can survive, Firestar if anyone." She said coolly.
"I know you feel that way, but the rest of us might not."
Spottedleaf glowered at her. "They are more equipped to handle this than you realize." And with that, she faded back into the trees, leaving Bluestar alone to gaze back down into the crystal water.