Author's Note: I always wondered what would happen if Scourge had had kits before he was killed, and what would become of those kits. Well, the answer to my question soon became a fanfiction called MoonClan, the first book being called Moonrise. As always, feedback is enjoyed, and I hope you enjoy Moonrise!

MoonClan

Book One

Moonrise

Prologue:

A blue-gray queen paced the starry clearing. A black and white tom shook his head at her. "Bluestar," he said. "You fret far too much."

"No Tallstar," Bluestar replied, "I worry exactly the right amount."

A tabby tom with a crooked jaw spoke up, "Bluestar is right to worry. This is a serious problem."

"Thank you Crookedstar," Bluestar replied, still pacing. "It is a serious problem. There can't be five clans in the forest. It's just not right."

"I'm surprised you, of all cats, would make a big deal out of this," A big brown tom spoke up now. "After all, ThunderClan has always been known for it's compassion."

"Of course we're compassionate, Raggedstar," Bluestar snapped. "You know why this is a big deal. Remember when SkyClan was a part of the forest? Remember how that ended?

A silence gripped the cats of StarClan. Bluestar, continued, satisfied that the cats had seen her point. "I just don't want the four Clans to be torn apart again."

"If I may," a young tortoiseshell she-cat entered the conversation. "Bluestar is right: we do have to be concerned. However, the prophecy speaks of no trouble. For all we know, this new Clan could fit in with the other Clans just fine."

"I'm still uneasy, Spottedleaf," Bluestar fretted. "I don't want any trouble to come to any of the Clans."

"Then we'll just have to warn them," Spottedleaf said. "I'll send a message to ThunderClan..."

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Jayfeather opened his eyes. He was standing in the starry clearing of StarClan. But no StarClan cats greeted him tonight. Thunder boomed, shaking the very ground he stood on. Something was wrong. This was not the usual dreams that StarClan sent to him. He looked to the sky for any sign that the StarClan cats were present. But there were none. The cats were as silent as, well, stars.

Jayfeather sniffed the air. The sweet smell of the grassy clearing had been replaced by the sickening smell of,

Blood.

Jayfeather looked to the sky. The stars were being covered up! A red splotch of blood was spreading over the heavens, staining the sky. No! Thunder, blood, what next? Jayfeather searched frantically, calling out to any StarClan cat who might hear him. But no cat came. He looked to the sky again. A moon was appearing. Confused, Jayfeather shook his head. It was probably just a nightmare. Then he heard a voice. Calming, haunting, chilling, it carried the ominous tone of a StarClan prophecy. "From Blood, the Moon will come."

Jayfeather woke, the dream still fresh in his mind. I have to tell Firestar!

Racing to his leader's den, he skidded to a stop once he got inside. "Firestar!" he yowled in panic.

Firestar jolted awake and at the smell of Jayfeather's fear-scent, he became alarmed. "Jayfeather?" he asked. "What is it?"

The young medicine cat recalled his dream which still remained vivid in his mind, quite a contrast from reality, where he was blind. "And then a voice said, 'From blood, the moon will come,'" Jayfeather recalled the ominous voice he had heard in his dream.

Firestar was troubled. It seemed as though a prophecy had been set, but no one had any idea what it meant. Blood... last time a prophecy involved blood, it had been speaking of BloodClan. But when the forest cats left their old territory many moons ago, they also left BloodClan behind them. BloodClan was no more. "Do you have any idea what it means?" Firestar asked Jayfeather about the prophecy.

Jayfeather shook his head, and Firestar sighed. "Then get back to sleep. We'll figure it out when the time comes." As Jayfeather headed back to the medicine cat's den, Firestar couldn't help but wonder: Blood... Lion and Tiger will meet in battle, and Blood will rule the forest... Blood... From Blood, the Moon will come...