Prologue
Darkness crept over the world and stars began to spangle the black sky. Below was a small hollow in which the water reflected the star shine.
The reflection of stars in the puddle began to move, forming hazy shapes around the pool. Soon they cleared and became cats. The largest, a black tom, padded forward to address the cats watching in silence.
"We have a prophecy. It shall shape the Clans in unimaginable ways forever." He meowed. His voice echoed eerily off the rocks surrounding the pool.
"What is this doom you speak of Stormstar? Will the Clans be able to survive it?" The young tawny colored she-cat padded forward to sit across form Stormstar. "Well?" She prompted.
His eyes darkened as he revealed the prophecy. "Sky will let loose its fury in hopes of destruction, but Earth must stay strong, for sky's fury can only last so long until a new day is dawned." He finished with his eyes reflecting the pale fire of moonlight.
"Aeriestar," he said, looking at the she-cat across from him. "Only time will tell and let us hope that the Clans will survive this doom. And may we be with them every pawstep of the way."
Every cat agreed in low, murmuring vices. And as the starry warriors began padding away an image appeared on the pool surface, making the cats freeze.
" Stormstar, look." A lithe brown tabby tom called. The large tom padded back to his spot and gazed into the water.
An image of three cats appeared, then blood splattering, and a gray tabby's face bloodied with innocent cats lives. Then the vision faded and the pool showed the stars once more.
Every cat around the pool looked anxious. "The prophecy has begun." Stormstar gasped.
Nervous murmuring broke out among the cats. "May the Clans be saved." Stormstar meowed raising his voice.
Then the cats disappeared into a cloud of mist and the stars shone more coldly in the night sky.
