Here is the prologue. Enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Idea for story belongs to the Daughters of Grace, but all recognizable names, places, and Clans belong to Erin Hunter.
Moonlight spilled onto a frozen lake, illuminating the frozen landscape. A lone cat sat in the snow, shivering. Her silver fur was fluffed up against the chill; her green eyes were narrowed against the light of the moon. She looked up at the moon, which was nearly full. She sat, watching the moon, remembering. She remembered the cat she had loved and lost, and all the cats she had known who now walked among the stars. A frozen wind blasted into the confines of the cat's dream, pulling her along into the world of snow and ice. Snow blasted her face, blown of snow drifts.
The silver cat suddenly realized that something terrible was happening on the island of the lake. She could just make out the screeches of fighting cats. Panic flooded her, and she sprang to her paws and began to run, sliding in the snow. She reached the log that connected the shore to the island and leaped on it. She crossed it as quickly as she dared, as the log was covered in ice. When she reached the other side, she could hear the sound of a fight more clearly. Wails, yowls, and caterwauls echoed around her. The silver cat pushed through the brambles, her pelt flatted by the wind. Terror pulsed through her as the scrambled over iced-over ferns, staring to reach the center of the island. As she broke through the wall of bracken, she stopped dead at the sight of the moon above the trees. It had turned from its normal pale shape to a deep red, and the moon was starting to disappear.
Terrified cats wailed, and the young cat saw why. A large number of unknown cats were attacking the Clan cats, and bodies littered the clearing. The unknown rouges fought viciously with the Clan cats. Apprentices struggled to survive, and kits wailed in fear. In the very center of the clearing, at the foot of the Great Oak, a massive ginger tom pinned down another warrior. As the silver cat watched, frozen, the ginger tom plunged his teeth into the warriors back. The cat beneath the ginger warriors paw yowled in agony, and in a moment of pure horror, the young she-cat recognized the cat beneath the ginger warrior's paws.
StarClan no! Not him! I can't lose him too! She thought desperately. She raced toward him, her silver paws skimming over the bloody ground. She pushed the great ginger warrior off the dieing cat. He turned his head to look at her, and recognizant flared in his eyes.
"Icefeather…." He whispered, "Save the Clan." He whispered something more with his dying breath, but Icefire could not hear.
"No!" she yowled, but it was too late. All of her grief transformed itself into a heart-broken wail. Her voice broke, and inside of her mind, she heard a voice.
"Beware, StarClan's chosen. Dawn will meet Flames, and the Moon itself will weep. Beware the Moonshine and the Flame it hides."
Icefeather tumbled into a deep, turbulent sleep. When she woke in her bracken nest in the warriors den, she had no memory of her dream.