PROLOGUE

The light sun shone down on the camp, warming her white pelt and her black ear twitched as she gazed around her camp. Ravenclaw was leading in a patrol with prey in their jaws, Moonshine led her apprentice, Honeypaw, into camp follow by Wintersky and Coldpaw. Ashcloud, Lionpaw, Flamewing, and Streakpaw were exiting camp, probably for training.

Fangclaw, the she-cat from StrikeClan that was killed several moons ago, had two kits Nightsnow and Hollypath. They were amazing warriors and now they had become queens together. Nightsnow and Raindusk had two kits: Coalkit and Icekit and Hollypath and Springleap had two kits as well: Leafykit and Shadekit. They were well behaved kits, barely a moon old. Hollypath's kits were just a few sunrises older than Nightsnow's kits. Sunclaw and Crowflight had Coldpaw and Honeypaw and finally Ashcloud and Oakstorm had a singular strong, loyal tom named Streakpaw.

Beestar had tamed Crowflight by making him her apprentice for a few moons. She had calmed him and made him into a model warrior. Of course, no cat was very happy with him with they way he had treated them so he was struggled to keep up with everyone.

Whispersong entered the clearing with herbs in her jaws, her new apprentice, Thunderpaw, following after her with herbs in his jaws as well. Thunderpaw was Lionfur's kit and shortly before their apprentice ceremony Thunderpaw took interest in medicine cat duties and, discussing it with Lionfur for a very long time Beestar was able to convince her it was okay for her kit to become a medicine cat. Whispersong was overjoyed for the company.

The medicine cat smiled at her warmly and then continued mewing things to her apprentice through the leaves in her jaws as they slipped into their den.

"Beestar?" Ravenclaw was standing beside her with his head tilted. A mouse was beside her at his paws and his light eyes with full of curiosity. "Are you alright? I've been saying your name for a while."

She smiled at her loyal deputy. "I apologize. Ravenclaw. I was just thinking about all the progress ShadowClan has been making these last few moons. We've really become quite the Clan," Beestar purred proudly, looking around at her Clan.

Ravenclaw laid down beside her and rolled the mouse over to her. "You've done a very nice job, Beestar. It's a shame that Whiteeyes retired though, he was a swell warrior." His eyes flickered over to the elder's den. Only Whiteeyes lived in the elder's den now.

"I'm getting old, Ravenclaw. Soon you'll have to take over this Clan," Beestar mewed calmly, taking a large bite of the mouse. "You know I only have two lives left. My time is coming." She lifted her head to the bright sky where her ancestors ran freely without any borders.

Her deputy was staring at her with wide eyes. "Well you're still alive, Beestar. We don't need to think about that for a while." He took a bite of the mouse too and chewed with a smile.

"Beestar! Ravenclaw!" Whispersong raced up to them quickly, Thunderpaw at her side with wide terrified eyes. "Thunderpaw received a prophecy from StarClan!" she mewed in a low voice, sitting down. "Tell them, Thunderpaw."

Thunderpaw took a deep breath and began, "I was just sorting herbs when a thin gray tabby tom with teeth that curve out from under his lip came to me. He told me that he had to tell me a prophecy from StarClan. A lurking cat will bring war to the Clans." Thunderpaw dug his claws into the ground and shook his head. "War to the Clans, Beestar. We must find this cat!"

She looked at the little apprentice with her large green eyes. "War?" That's never good for anyone. "And a lurking cat? Could it be a ShadowClan cat since we lurk in the shadows?" Her eyes darted around the clearing, raking her brain. She looked directly at Crowflight who was mewing to Sunclaw. "Crowflight," she growled lowly and the three cats around her looked at the tom. "He's always lurking in the shadows. Everyone keep an eye on him," she ordered and they all nodded in agreement.

The two medicine cats padded away back to the medicine den and Ravenclaw looked at the black pelted warrior in concern.

"I thought you had him under control?" Ravenclaw mewed and looked back at her in more concern. "We know how he was before you had him under control. He was making cats kill our warriors," he mewed with uncertainty.

She gazed at Crowflight as he smiled at his mate warmly. "I remember, Ravenclaw." She took a deep breath with worry. I will not let this war happen because Crowflight got bored. He has done enough!