Prologue
All was silent as clans gathered under five-cliffs. Past gatherings were social affairs, a place to gossip about daily life. It was a peaceful cycle, but this leaf-bare was excruciating. Prey was running low, Green-cough was spreading, and even Harmonyclans ever flowing rivers were freezing. It was bitter, bitter and cold.
Windwhisper sighed. This was definitely not his moon. His former mate, Sparrowcall, just broke up with him because he wasn't 'good enough' for her. He was honestly starting to believe that to.
Just as those thoughts entered his head, cats started to whisper around him. Windwhisper raised his head, and then his eyes widened in shock.
Around ten cats stood on the edge of the cliff. They all had their coats groomed to perfection, and a dainty step in their walk. Moonlight shined down on them. It looked as if starclan themselves had come down to pull them through this cold leaf-bare.
Cats all around him backed up in fear, or started to lower their head. They truly believed starclan had come to the clans world. The only ones that still held themselves were the Leaders and medicine cats. They knew what starclan truly looked like.
Then the leader stepped closer to the edge, looking out over all the cats with eyes that seemed to absorb light and leave only blackness. Her black and white pelt absolutely shined. Her form was lithe and her fur flowed down her side.
"Tempestclan," she called, powerful voice, "has arrived."