Prologue

The air was hot and thick with green-leaf humidity.

Silverpelt was clear; not a single cloud drifted across the velvet midnight sky.

The half-moon shone down on the territories below, almost completely washing out the iridescent green of the tree's leaves.

The stars glittered down coldly, reflecting in a special, sacred pool.

The sleeping forms of seven cats rested at the pool's edge. Their only sign of life was the gentle, almost rhythmic rise and fall of their flanks.

That is, until a tail twitched.

And another.

Soon, each cat rose silently from their place at the edge. None of them spoke. Each one searched the faces of their companions, seeing there own confusion, shock, and maybe fear mirrored there.

Finally, one of them, a dappled silver she-cat, spoke. "I'm assuming we all had the same dream?" She meowed. Most of them gave nods.

"What do you propose we do, Ripplewing?" A dappled golden she-cat asked the speaker. Ripplewing shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid I don't know, Aspenwing."

A young black she-cat snorted impatiently. "We fight, of course!"

"I've taught you better than that. You know very well that that isn't the answer." A fluffy gray tabby chided softly.

"Willowbreeze is right, Nightpaw. We're medicine cats; let's leave the fighting to warriors." Aspenwing meowed.

"That's all well and good, but does anyone have a solution?" A brown tabby she-cat meowed.

"Well, I-I don't know about any of you, but my dream d-didn't give me enough information." A small brown tom spoke up shyly, his tail twitching nervously.

"That's an excellent point, Stumblefoot. Neither did mine." Ripplewing meowed, dipping her head to Stumblefoot. The others mumbled their agreement.

"Mine spoke of four cats." A young cream she-cat with gray spots mewed quietly.

The brown tabby nodded to her. "So did mine, Lynxpaw. It was all very confusing. But did anyone have anything else?"

"Mine did, Brindlebreeze." Willowbreeze meowed.

She often had enhanced dreams because she was rumored to be closer to StarClan than any other cat; it was said she walked half with StarClan and half on earth.

They all stared at her.

"Well, what was it?" Ripplewing pressed a bit impatiently.

Willowbreeze stared at the sky, and her blue eyes seemed to capture the starshine as she spoke.

"There were four stars, giving off more light than any other star in Silverpelt.

"One was the dark green of the earth, one was the blazing red of fire, one was the bright yellow of air, and one was the deep blue of water. I don't know what it means anymore than you do, but what I do know is that these for cats are important.

"They will save us all."

There you go, the prologue! Tell me what you think.