Prologue:

"Icestar!"

"Yes?"

"We're meeting Owlstar and Flamestar down at the river," meowed a white cat.

"Yes, good," Icestar curled his long, fluffy tail around his feet.

"What is your plan?" asked another white cat.

"My plan is…" Icestar began, "To attack!"

Icestar left with his two white cats, to finish planning the attack, but as the night grew on, Nightstar of BlackClan became more and more unsettled.

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"Nightstar!" meowed Birdfeather, "What are you doing here?"

Nightstar looked beat up, and he wheezed and coughed before saying, "My clan was attacked by WhiteClan, BrownClan and RedClan, and I am sadly retreating to StarClan. BlackClan has been defeated." And right there on that spot he died.

Birdfeather looked horrified. Her clan attacked peaceful BlackClan? Whose pelts blended in with the night, and shone in the moonlight?

She mourned alone for him and buried him in a cave in the hill faraway from any of the other clans' camps.

"Tonight," meowed Birdfeather, "BlackClan was defeated. Their black pelts seen no more. Icestar, my foolish brother was a piece of fox-dung to think that destroying BlackClan would save him from the prophecy."

Birdfeather padded back to WhiteClan camp, alone, after finishing her mourning of Nightstar.

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The cats of StarClan grew restless watching the four clans.

"This cannot be tolerated!" meowed one cat.

"BlackClan deserved to die," snarled a red furred cat.

"Icestar, Owlstar and Flamestar misinterpreted our prophecy." The brown leader hung his head, "It was not clear enough."

"There is one cat who still listens to us, thinking more about her clan than herself," meowed a silvery white cat, "I will talk to her."

The brown leader nodded, then meowed, "Then this meeting is over."

The silvery white she-cat entered a she-cat's dream.

"Birdfeather," she meowed, "Birdfeather."

"Moonheart!" Birdfeather exclaimed, "I thought I'd never see you again."

"The clans have misinterpreted our prophecy," Moonheart explained to Birdfeather.

"Which one?" Birdfeather asked, "Icestar's propchecy? Black pelts will be the downfall of us all?"

"Nine will come, black pelted in all, beware the first, Ice and Night will clash and fall," Moonheart meowed.

"What does it mean?" Birdfeather meowed.

Moonheart ignored Birdfeather's question, "Two lives escaped from BlackClan. Shadowheart and Sootflight. You must protect them if they come."

"I will," meowed Birdfeather, and the silvery she-cat disappeared.