Hi Guys (and girls) it's MysteryWriter000! I hope you like the prologue for my story Bring the Thunder. Before you read it though, I have some credit to give out to people. To all the people who sent in cats I'M SORRY! I know I promised the prologue would be up yesterday, and I had it all finished, but my little brother spilled water all over my laptop! The keys were sticky and prevented me from typing! I had to sadly, type the Allegiances and the prologue all over again because my laptop is now ruined. I am working on it on the home computer and I hope it's okay. I worked on it all last night to make it up to you guys! I barely got any sleep (so it better be okay!) Anyways here is the credit for all of the people who created a cat on my create a cat.

Sparksong-Created by Lily Mackenzie

Streamshine, Swiftmoon, and Snowshine-Created by Waterstar03

Ginger-Created by theBubblegumKitty

Sterling and Amethyst (Ame)-Created by Nickel2011

Sapphirepaw, Petalwind, Sandwater, and Thunderpaw-Created by ScourgexScarlet

Rockbelly, Mapleleaf, Rustykit, Thrushkit, and Pinekit-Created by rockbelly1234

Silverfall-Created by Mew-Celebi account

Darkwind, Shadowfang, Amberpelt, Duskstorm, and Nightclaw-Created by Dekutree39

(I am also really sorry for the long author's note XD!)

Prologue

The full moon hung high in the sky as two figures walked along, their pelts gently brushing eachother's. The cats ran now, for the openess of the moor allowed them to without getting their paws stuck in undergrowth, like the forest they had just traveled through.

Their mouths opened wide, and they could smell a cat. No, not a cat, cats. There must have been many of them here, and their scents mingled creating a strong, pungent odor. The cats may have been surprised, but they were not.

It wasn't their first time following these cats.

The scents varied. Some scented like the hills they were crossing now, others scented like the lake, or maybe the forest. They could also smell something foul too, foul as a dead badger. These scents were unusual to the two cats, but that also made it so intriguing.

One of the cats raced ahead, a dark grey tabby Manx. He padded along confidently, one stride after another. His eyes looked at the stars wonderously, and he almost didn't realize when the other one spoke.

"Sterling!" she hissed, "get back here!" A pair of purple eyes glared at him in the moonlight. "Sterling!" the chocolate she-cat hissed again. "I reluctantly agreed to go with you to see this, so I wouldn't suggest pushing it! You could get caught, anyways, if you go too fast!"

Sterling's eyes shone with mischevious cleverness. He slowed down to pad along with the long haired, chocolate cat. "Come on, Amethyst. It'll be fun!"

Amethyst made a snort. "It better be fun for all the trouble it caused us! What would our owner think if he saw us missing?" Even Sterling didn't have an answer for that.

"Do you smell that, Ame?" he said with his mouth open wide, "it smells like mouse! What do you say we grab a bite?"

Amethyst's pelt felt hot and she licked her fur gently grooming it. "I don't know...,"she said. "It doesn't seem like we should."

Sterling ignored her sentence and pounced on a small, furry creature nearby. The creature tried to run, but Sterling was clever. He leaped over the mouse to the other side of it, fazing it momentarily. Sterling took his chance quickly, and bit down hard on the mouse, killing it.

He dragged the mouse over to Ame. "Wanna bite?" he asked his mouth full of fur.

Amethyst shook her head vigorously. She felt shy about saying anything, but she pointed out that he should leave the mouse. Sterling tilted his head in confusion. "We passed some scent markings on the way here," Amethyst pointed out. "It seems as if these cats are very territorial...and I don't think they would appreciate us hunting."

Sterling looked down at the mouse he had just caught in fear. Ame had a very good point, then again, Amethyst had always been very bright. "Your right," he murmured. "What do we do with it now?"

"Leave it in those bushes, or something," Amethyst answered shyly. She looked down at her paws which made it obvious she was a little shy about being right.

Sterling's dark grey tabby structure strode off past the bushes. "Where are you going?" asked Ame curiously.

Sterling turned around in surprise. "To the river," he said. "I was going to drop it off in the river to wash off our scent from it. You did say they were probably territorial." Ame looked down at her paws and felt her paws getting hot. Why couldn't she think of that? Though she didn't critize Sterling. "I can leave it in the bushes like you wanted me to," Sterling said. "I don't want you to feel bad, Ame."

Ame shook her head. "No, Sterling," she called, "it's fine, completly fine. In fact, it was a great idea." Sterling nodded and trudged off toward the river.

With the both of them walking they passed the hills, and the lake came into view. The Lake took both Sterling and Ame's breath away. Moonlight sparkled on the surface and the mews of cats broke the silence. "This is the place," said Sterling happily. "Now are you glad I took you?" he asked Amethyst. Amethyst nodded and started to bound down the hill.

They kept a look out for what Sterling called Wild Cats and trudged through the marshy ground of the lake. "Ew!" Ame cried when her paw sank a whole mouselength into the sticky, gooey mud. Sterling just bounded ahead with pure excitment. "Where do we go next?" asked Ame questionly.

Sterling directed his muzzle towards an island in the lake. It looked just as cozy as the lake, but Amethyst couldn't see a way around it. Her feet plunged into the next step of gooey mud as Sterling said, "There's a fallen tree that we can go across to the island. We'll have to be careful, though, there are many Wild Cats on there and we'll have to be wary of our surroundings. Ame nodded in anknowledgement.

Sterling directed Amethyst and himself to the fallen tree. Sterling leaped first onto it bravely. The log wiggled back and forth and to keep from falling Sterling sunk his claws into the softened wood of the log. "Piece of mouse," he said to Amethyst, "it's easy." Ame wanted to believe him but couldn't help but notice his hair had fluffed out.

"Piece of mouse," she repeated to herself, "I hope it'll be a piece of mouse. She leaped onto the log and sank her claws into it immediatly to reduce the swaying. Her hair stood on end and she became aware of just how close the water was below her, lapping vigorously at the shore. They clawed their way across the log, gladly landing on the island minutes later.

Both of their pelts were fluffed up as they made their way through the island.

The island was large, but not huge. Sterling and Amethyst were glad on the way to their hiding spot they didn't run into any unwanted cats. They could see a huge tree in the middle of a clearing just ahead, and voices of cats were everywere. "Head over to that tree, Ame. Not the big one, but the other one off to the side. It'll give us a good view and keep us concealed," Sterling said directing his muzzle towards a tree to the left. Ame nodded solemnly and headed toward it with Sterling.

Sterling could feel Amethyst's pelt against his own and his pelt prickled in nervousness. He could feel her warm heartbeat beating like one against his own, and could feel her chocolate fur slightly resting on him for support. He glided his tail on her shoulder, guiding her to the tree. I wonder, he thought, if Ame knows I see her as more than my best friend. He studied her face to see what he could pick up, but her face was expressionless and he couldn't tell.

Both of them clambered up the tree easily when they reached it. It had many branches for them to rest their claws into, and it's sweet pine-like scent drifted into their nostrils. Once they had found the right spot in the tree, they looked down at the scene below, their claws holding tight to the branches to prevent them from falling.

Many cats were settled into the clearing, all the scents as one. Their many different colored pelts all shone in the moonlight, but their gleaming eyes were all fixated on four cats that sat in a huge tree in the center of the clearing. A large, fluffy white she-cat spoke out to the cats. "All is well in WindClan," she said, "prey is plentiful and we have just made two new apprentices. Crowkit and Mousekit will be known now as Crowpaw and Mousepaw. We have nothing much else to report."

A light grey, tabby tom picked up from there. His green eyes blazed as he announced, "We are happy for you, Cloudstar. ThunderClan has nothing much to report, however, we also have a new warrior." The cats eyes looked up at the tabby tom expectantly. He said, "Sparksong now sits vigil in camp." A couple of cheering meows came from the crowd of cats, but not many.

Ame looked over at Sterling and said, "I feel sorry for her. It doesn't seem like she's very popular within the cats." Sterling nodded too, pity in his eyes. They watched for awhile watching a so-called tom named Darkstar give his report.

Sterling and Amethyst's hair rose on the pelts when another scent drew their attention away from the meeting of cats. A big structure of a cat towered above them and his voice, cool and calm as the night, cut through the air.

"Just what are you doing here?"