Prologue

Three sparkling cats appeared on the horizon. One was a muscular ginger tom, another a young, blue-grey she-cat and the last was an old, grey she-cat with yellow teeth. They walked through the forest, having a discussion along the way.

"Why do we have to tell her?" The old cat asked.

"Its fine, Yellowfang. I know what I'm doing." The tom replied.

"I'm not so sure Firestar. You haven't been in StarClan very long and this is the first message you're giving to an average cat."

"Stop worrying Yellowfang. Everything will be just fine." The bluish cat said smoothly.

The three cats slowed down when they approached a stone hollow. They went through a tunnel, going right past a white she-cat on guard. They went up to a den and into it. Inside, five half grown cats were fast asleep on piles of moss. The three cats immediately went up to the smallest one, a grey she-cat with white patches on her fur in the shape of petals. They woke her up and told her one thing in unison.