Prologue (Desperate)
"Wolfsoul! Wolfsoul!" The cats of Stealthclan cheered.
Firestar looked at Bluestar. They were looking at the clan through the Starpool. This was an important day.
"He should have been made a warrior long ago." The flame colored tom meowed.
"I agree, Firestar, but it was Brightstar's choice to make. She rules Stealthclan, not us." The blue-gray she-cat reminded him.
"I know." The tom replied, his green eyes looking up at her. "It's amazing that we still have control of the Starpool. If more Dark Forest warriors come, we're done for."
"Then we had best hope that they don't send more." She meowed. "Losing Tallstar is enough."
"More than enough." Firestar corrected her.
"The cats of Starclan fight with the best of their abilities." Bluestar murmured. "If we lose, then the Dark Forest can attack the clans more easily. We can't let that happen."
"Tigerfang already attacked a cat away from the Dark Forest." Firestar's eyes narrowed. "He nearly killed Bramblepatch. You saw what he did."
"Bramblepatch hasn't died yet and he's a fierce fighter." Bluestar stated. "He'll be very useful to the clans when the final battle comes."
"But when is the final battle?"
Firestar's question was left to float among the stars, unanswered for now.