Thank you for all the reviews. You guys are awesome, seriously. You all rock. It has really made my last two days, espescially with the business test yesterday, and the math and history tests today and all the issues I've been trying to deal with recently that may have prevented me from posting anything here ever again which I will not go into detail about, beyond saying that I have major stress issues, and I think I may be very slightly depressed, although I have not been tested.

And in case there is any confusion, yes, it was ten days early. However, two people voted on the poll about the release date, saying they needed it immediately, so there.

Tree Kangaroo- Yes, I will include that cat in the story. Thank you for the character!

Swanstream- Argh! I can never get his name right! Foxtail, Foxheart, Foxleap. I know it's Foxleap now! I will change it!

Swiftpath- No one else had a problem with the amount of detail. Only you. And it's a prologue, so there. And I think I put in enough detail. Deal with it.

Hollyleaf: Can I come out now?

Blackstar: NO!

Aduial Rana: What did you do?

Blackstar, Spottedleaf, and Whitestorm: Nothing.

AR: Are you sure?

Blackstar: Absolutely!

Spottedleaf: Positive!

Whitestorm: We swear!

Chapter 1

Moonkit

A small silver tabby kitten with white paws slept, curled up in a ball, with her siblings near their adopted mother. She was four moons old, and the smallest and youngest of the litter. Her name was Moonkit, her father was Blackstar, the ShadowClan leader, and her mother was Hollyleaf, a ThunderClan she-cat with a fascinating story, and who was now dead. Slowly, she opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched her tiny limbs.

She carefully began to pad away from her adoptive mother, towards the nursery entrance. So far so good, no one had spotted her. She took one step out of the nursery, then another. Soon, she was standing alone in the ShadowClan camp.

It was three and a half moons since the Dark Forest War, but the camp was still being rebuilt. It had been practically destroyed when one of the worst battles had swept through it. Dens had been torn apart and debris had littered the camp. Out of all four clans, WindClan had suffered the greates destruction to their camp, as that was where the War had started.

Moonkit unsheathed and sheathed her claws, tearing slightly at the ground. Why did she have to wait another two moons to be an apprentice? She wanted to start her training now!

"Moonkit? What are you doing out of the nursery?" Moonkit looked up to see her father, Blackstar, standing above her.

"I woke up early, and couldn't sleep. I was bored, so I left the nursery," she mewed without the usual slight fear of a kit who had gotten into trouble.

Blackstar mrrowed with laughter. "Come on. I may as well show you some of the territory, since you're up."

"Really?" Even though it was peaceful in the forest, it was still rare for a four moon old kit to be able to be shown the territory.

Since the Dark Forest War, all anyone wanted at the moment was peace. Bramblestar was adjusting to his new leadership, since Firestar was now dead, killed at the paws of his nephew and the SkyClan leader's son, Darkstep, who had vanished after killing Firestar. SkyClan were also adjusting to their new home, just past WindClan territory, where they had chosen to settle after the War. The whole of SkyClan had come during the War, returning to the clans after seasons of exile. The prey was running well, so there was no need to worry about border skirmishes caused by starving clans, as all clans were very well fed. Life was good, and all that anyone needed to worry about was the occaisional badger or fox, none of which had been seen since the War. The clans were thriving, and they expected nothing but better in the moons to come.

Moonkit and Blackstar left the ShadowClan camp. He led Moonkit down towards the lake. The sun was rising, the reflection off the lake glittering and beautiful.

"Wow," mewed Moonkit, clearly in awe.

Blackstar gazed out across the lake, haunted by memories. He stood and padded over to a white stone, which he scraped moss off of.

"What's that?" asked Moonkit, padding over.

"This stone is to mark the place where I burried your mother when she died," Blackstar mewed softly. "This is also near where her spirit showed me where you and your littermates were."

Moonkit's tail twitched. "Can you tell me more about Hollyleaf?" she asked. She'd heard the story before, but not from her father. Only from the elders.

"She was a brave cat who had a hard life," her father began. Moonkit listened intently to her father's story as the sun rose higher in the clear blue sky.

"Wow," she mewed when her father finished. She wished she could have known her mother better, that Hollyleaf hadn't died when she was only half a moon old.

"We'd better be getting back to camp before Petaltail begins to wonder where you are," Blackstar mewed.

Petaltail. Slightly annoying, over-protective of her own kits, and even more so of her and her littermates as they were Blackstar's kits. And her adoptive mother. Moonkit groaned. "Do we have to?"

"Yes, we have to," Blackstar meowed. "Come on, Petaltail isn't that bad, is she?"

Moonkit decided it was better not to say exactly what she thought of the irritating she-cat. Instead, she allowed herself to be ushered back to camp by her father.

There you go. Chapter 1. I hope you like this as much as you liked Hollyleaf's Redemption, and that you think this is a good start. Believe me, I have plans to make this story just as epic, but I can only do so with your support!