A/N: Yeah, I'm bored with trolling you guys. I may go back to that story if I ever get writer's block (Never mind, it got deleted .-.). Anywho! Here's something a little more legitimate. Enjoy!
Prologue
Moon light cascaded into a small hollow, frosting everything in a pale silver glow. A llight mist covered the forest floor, hiding some of the ground and undergrowth
A ginger tom sat motionless beside a small pond, occaisonally giving a small twitch of the tail. His green eyes were fixated on the water's surface which suddenly began to swirl and bubble violently. He took a panicked step backwards, ears pressed to his head.
"I take it you have seen something Firestar," a voice meowed. Firestar looked looked to the source to see a dark gray she-cat perched from nearby. A tortoiseshell she-cat accompanied her, her eyes dark with worry.
"Y-Yellowfang, Spottedleaf," he stuttered, gasping for breath. His fur stood on end as he fought to keep his voice calm.
"Firestar, what are you-?"
"Well, what did you see," Yellowfang snapped, "I'm not waiting around here for mice to catch themselves."
Firestar shook himself, regaining his composure.
"Forgive me Yellowfang. 'The fate of the forest rests in the paws of four...and they will choose to destroy it'."
"Any clues as to who it will be," Spottedleaf asked gently.
"No... though I suppose it would be foolish to assume they could be from all different Clans?"
"Of course not," Yellowfang meowed, "They could be from anywhere- WindClan, RiverClan, a combination. They may not even be from the Clans at all."
Firestar gazed back at the pond, which had resumed its tranquil state. What kind of cats would want to destroy the forest, and maybe even the Clans?
A/N: Ha. There you are, a normal piece of writing from me. Enjoy.