The Forgotten Prophecy

Book #1: Hollyleaf's Journey

Prologue

The full moon shone bright above, reflecting on a big lake. Starlight shimmered from two cats that stood on the shore, gazing questioningly at the skies. A tortoiseshell she-cat with golden eyes approached the two starlit cats, her eyes full of concern and confusion. One of the cats by the shore suddenly turned around, mewing in clear words:

"A black warrior will come, and save the Clans from destruction ahead. But beware, dark forces await."

Fury suddenly sparkled from the tortoiseshell's eyes, her pelt bristling, her claws slid out. "There are moons we've been waiting for this black warrior!" she hissed through gritted teeth "The leaders before me knew about this old prophecy, but where this black warrior is? Whoever it is, it didn't come, and it won't!" she spat.

"Brackenstar," another cat stepped down from the skies, a dark gray tom, mottled with silver spots. "We know that this prophecy is old, and that it hasn't been fulfilled." The tom mewed calmly, blue eyes staring directly at the tortoiseshell. "But the fight between the Clans is getting worse than it was, and the warrior will soon come."
"Really, Ashstar?" Brackenstar mewed with annoyance. "Even you have lost hope! It already was worse when you were leader. SunClan can't go on with this! There needs to be another way!"

"You know there isn't," Ashstar mewed, knowing that what Brackenstar said was true. "Wait and you'll see. It's not much long now."

Without warning, the dark gray tom vanished. The other two cats were still there, staring at Brackenstar. One of them had a long, pure white pelt and bright green eyes. The other was a golden tabby with blue eyes. "Have faith on StarClan, Brackenstar. When have we failed you?" the white she-cat mewed.
"When you let this fight happen," the tortoiseshell retorted.

"You know that Snowcloud is right, Brackenstar. StarClan has never failed you and your Clan, have faith. The black warrior will come."

With these last words, both starlit cats vanished, leaving the tortoiseshell alone beside the lake shore. "No! Wait! Lionclaw, Snowcloud, wait!" she yowled, but no one could hear her. The cats were gone, and she was alone.

"Black warrior," she whispered to herself "I hope you do come. The Clans are in the edge of destruction."