Hey everyone, Snowy here! We DID warn you that our writing styles are similar right? Good. Now, here is the prologue. I hope you like it ^^

The air was thick and heavy with snow. Frost covered the branches of the trees, causing them to be heavier then they should be. An eerie silence filled the forest. It seemed like StarClan was holding their breaths; waiting for something dramatic to happen. And it did.

A tortoiseshell-and-white head poked through the darkness, until amber eyes could be seen. The she-cat was lithe and powerful; she had the skills of the most senior cat.

As she padded forward, she opened her jaws to taste the air. Suddenly, her tail lashed and she glared into the shadows. Her trained eyes made out the form of a gray tabby pelt, shuffling among a clump of dead sorrel. She snorted crossly and waited for him to notice her. When he did, he looked up and surprise and dropped a bundle of herbs onto the snow.

"Sorreltail, what are you doing here?" he demanded. His eyes glittered as though he was hiding something. Sorreltail knew from the way he was watching her, something suspicious was going on.

"Oh, nothing," she replied calmly. She sat down and wrapped her tail neatly around her paws and stared at him through a hardened gaze. "I would ask you the same thing, Jayfeather," she added.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately looked back at the clump of sorrel. Without warning, he plunged into it and grabbed something. Sorreltail just sat there, curiosity brimming in her eyes as he showed her what he was doing.

A long stick, etched with claw marks and split in half, was wedged between his sharp teeth. He spat it on the ground, sending splinters into the air. Sorreltail jumped out of the way just as one landed next to where she had been sitting. She gave the stick a cautious sniff, but nothing happened. Jayfeather's gaze was filled with dismay as he watched her.

"What is this?" she hissed.

The medicine cat sighed and looked at the stick for the longest time, not sure of what to say. Finally, he decided to tell her only part of the truth. "I found that stick, many seasons ago when I was just an apprentice. Remember when we saved the Clans from the Dark Forest?" She nodded. "Well, this stick spoke to me the first day I found it. Ancient cats once lived near the lake, where WindClan now live. I was lucky; the ancestors chose to spoke to me, because I was the kin of Firestar."

It still amazed Sorreltail that Jayfeather had the ability to walk in dreams. It was thanks to him, twice, that her daughter, Poppyfrost, was still alive. She knew that she could never put in words to show her gratitude towards him.

"And...what's wrong with it now?" she asked quietly.

Jayfeather suddenly lashed his tail and growled in frustration, as though he was waiting for an answer himself. "I don't know!" His voice trembled, and he was on the verge of wailing like a lost kit. Sorreltail gently rested her tail on his shoulder, suddenly feeling guilty for bringing it up. But Jayfeather looked at her and continued, "It feels as if they've abandoned me. I can't hear their voices anymore, or feel them around me."

A sad look crossed his gaze as he stared at the ground. Sorreltail gently nuzzled him with her muzzle. "Jayfeather, perhaps because you fulfilled the prophecy, they don't need to speak with you anymore," she murmured.

He stared at her for a few moments, before finally relaxing his shoulders. Sorreltail was right. There was no need to panic. After all, their ancestors had been silent before.

Confident now that he realized this, Jayfeather quickly stashed the stick back into it's hiding place. No one ever thought of looking for it there, and he knew that they would not touch it. He suddenly remembered that day when he snapped the stick in two. Horror crept through him every time he thought about it. What if that's the reason the ancient cats didn't speak to him? Were they angry?

Sorreltail guided him back towards the hollow. Scents writhed around him. Brackenfur, the deputy, was on guard duty. He had just finished organizing patrols, sending out Mousewhisker, Thornclaw and Cloudtail on the night patrol. Jayfeather felt his surprise when Sorreltail was beside him.

"What happened?" Brackenfur asked in a worried voice. He sniffed his mate and licked her between the ears, hardly giving her time to answer. She huffed in frustration and swatted him gently with her paw.

"Nothing you need to know about," she replied peacefully.

Brackenfur let out a subdued sigh as Jayfeather padded towards the nursery. The scents inside indicated that Icecloud was there, nursing Lionstar's only two kits: Hawkkit and Larchkit.

Icecloud had given birth only a moon ago, and even then Jayfeather didn't receive any strange signs. Though Lionstar had been disappointed that his kits wouldn't be saviors, he was still pleased that Firestar's blood would run through the Clan. Hazeltail, the other nursing queen, was outside, grooming her belly fur. It was plump, and Jayfeather could make out sounds of life coming from it.

Suddenly the hollow felt very isolated. Jayfeather glanced around, realizing quickly that he could see. Ridges along the stony walls told him that they were frozen from the rain that had fallen the night before. No cat was around, not even their scents remained.

What's happening? he wondered. A tight feeling wrapped around his throat. He wanted to wail out, in hopes that StarClan might hear him. But as he tried to open his jaws, something kept him from screeching out.

A scent, as dark as night, writhed around him. Jayfeather gasped in shock when he recognized Rock's scent. The ancient cat was sitting in the center of the hollow, with the stick in his claws. Two marks were etched within it, and they were fresh.

"What does this mean?" he hissed as Rock stepped forward. The hairless cat didn't respond. His hideous figure almost made Jayfeather wish Brightheart were here. The old tom looked straight down at Jayfeather, boring his eyes through his pelt.

"Swept with shame and fear, only the time of skies will clear. Writhed with storms, and torrents of clouds, only a single cat will come near." Rock's words were meaningless to Jayfeather. He could hardly make them out, but one words sunk in: Skies.

But before Jayfeather could ask anymore, Rock's form began to fade, until only his eyes remained. Soon, Jayfeather was plunged back into a world of darkness. He was sightless once more. But Rock's warning words echoed within his ears.

Oh StarClan, what can I do? he thought miserably.

Snowy: Okay, not too bad. I wanted it to be longer, but I wasn't sure what else to add to it. Hopefully you'll understand what it means. There was a lot of foreshadowing in it!