Prologue
A black tom huddled on the moonlit ledge, above a raging river, his fur bristling and eyes fixed on a sleek, white she-cat, sitting calmly on a branch hanging over the gorge, her tail tucked neatly over her paws. Her eyes staring, unblinking, into nothingness.
The raging river below, sounding to StarClan, roared against the jagged stones in the gorge. The leaves on the branches painted silver against the jet-black sky.
The she-cat turned her head, staring eye to eye with the tom, her eyes unseeing, but knowing.
"StarClan sees a time of uncertainty and shadows for the Clans.
The enemy lies within, waiting, listening. For it mustn't be searched for, because it is the only hope."
"What do you mean, Windwing?" The black apprentice asked, looking up at the sightless cat, who had turned away. "How will I know what this means? What does it mean?"
"That is a question only you know the answer to, Moonpaw. When the time comes, we will walk alongside you, staying with you every step of the way," Windwing said, as she faded, the black sky overtaking her snowy-white fur.
"What will I say? Who will I tell? Why does this prophecy concern me in the first place? Oh, StarClan help me," Moonpaw murmured, looking down at his paws.