-Prologue-

Mist surrounded the quiet jungle of the four clans. These weren't ordinary clan cats, but jungle cats, much bigger, stronger, and fiercer. They had to be in order to protect themselves from not Twolegs, but leopards, crocodiles, snakes, and other dangers lurking in the jungle. Not many cats were built for this kind of life, but some were well adapted, and knew many tricks that could protect them. These cats made up four clans, who were all completely different from each other. MistClan was specially suited for finding their way through the mist in the jungle, using it to mask their scents and hide themselves from predators, prey, and other cats. StormClan was built for navigating through storms, unbothered by the constant rain and occasional thunderstorm that occurred in the jungle. CloudClan was best at being quiet, their paws almost noiseless and their movement perfectly camouflaged. Last was SkyClan, who specialized in climbing the tall trees that made up the jungle. Each clan was a whole separate life, completely different groups. These clans were unaware that far away resided the four forest clans…until much, much later.

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"Nightflower, are you sure this is a good idea?" In the dead of night, black and white fur clashed as two cats trekked through the humid jungle. Two ice blue eyes shone with anxious worry as the white she-cat broke the silence. A few fruit bats fluttered from their perches, beginning their search for food. Another pair of eyes, a shocking orange color, narrowed in defiance. "Of course I'm sure, Moonflower," the black cat hissed quietly. Then Nightflower spoke again, this time more gently. "Silly furball, sometimes I wonder how we became friends. Anyway, we should be there soon. Isn't the Abandoned Tiger Roost where Ferretclaw said it was?"

Moonflower looked annoyed. "I don't know, you should remember, you had the dream too." The two cats fell silent again.

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On the other side of the jungle, a pale gold she-cat bounded ahead of her companion, who was panting heavily. "Stop Lionface, I need a rest," the gray tom protested, "I'm not as young as you are, you're lucky you just became a warrior yesterday."

Lionface doubled back to wait for her Clanmate. "Oh, stop complaining like an elder, Wolfheart. You can't do that until you are one."

Wolfheart managed a smile, his yellow eyes glowing with warmth. "I wish I had been a long time ago. Then I'd still have my energy and youth since it wouldn't have been wasted on mentoring you."

Lionface looked hurt. "Wasted? You aren't proud to have mentored the greatest warrior of all time?"

Wolfheart's smile widened into a grin. "So you still have that ambition? Well good luck with it then." Wolfheart grunted and heaved himself to his feet. "Well, we better get going then.

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A silver she-cat scanned the area across the river. "I don't see anything dangerous," she whispered to the brown tabby tom standing at her side.

"Come on, let's cross then," he said just as quietly. He was about to step into the rushing water when the silver cat held him back with one of her oddly webbed paws. "What?" he said, whirling around, "Fishfoot, don't tell me you forgot to check for crocodiles again!"

Fishfoot shook her head. "Snakefang, I can't swim right now, remember? Our kits…" Fishfoot broke off of her sentence, seeing there was no need to finish.

Snakefang stood there for another moment before giving Fishfoot's shoulder a quick lick. "Of course, I completely forgot. We'll have to use the Fallen Tree." The two cats walked farther along the riverbank.

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A fluffy tail stuck just above a tall fern plant, and a golden brown body leapt over the top leaves. The next cat, a ragged dark brown, trampled them into the ground as he carelessly walked up and sat down beside the golden tom. "Vulturepelt, be more respectful toward nature," the gold cat hissed.

Vulturepelt just snorted in contempt and kicked a tree trunk with his hind paw, as if disagreeing. "Thundertail, nature doesn't worry about us, so why should we worry about it?"

Thundertail just curled his lip. He'd never agreed with taking the rogue into the clan. Hurt paw, he thought, yeah right. Vulturepelt scrambled up onto a boulder. "Hey, there it is," he said, gesturing with a claw. Without another word, the two cats bounded to the bottom of a tall tree.