Abby: Yay! Another chapter! The prologue this time!

Chelsea: About time, too! I've been getting very impatient!

Abby: We just finished the last chapter, the title scene. That didn't take too long. How can you get impatient that fast? It only took like, what, ten minutes?

Chelsea: Actually, we started this chapter thing about two minutes ago, so that means we've spent the last half-hour sitting here while you paint your nails. So, as you can see, that's why I got "impatient that fast".

Abby: No comment... Pomegranate!

Chelsea: If you start that again, I'll be gone faster than you can say "Pomegranate" again!

Abby: What, I love the Mariana's Trench music videos! I can't help it!

~Scene: 'Prologue' begins...~

Prologue

Chelsea: Yay!

Abby: (Face-palm)

"StarClan, will it ever end?" Whispered a small white she-cat. This was Snowtail, DayClan's medicine cat.

"Snowtail? Is something wrong?" Snowtail turned around. Sitting behind her, was Whitestar, DayClan's leader, and Snowtail's father.

The young medicine cat nodded. "An omen from our ancestors. And not a good, one, either." Snowtail stared up at the dark, cloudy sky.

"What did they say?" Whitestar asked. Snowtail turned to him, a grim expression on her face.

"When opposites clash, the others must be the ones to put a stop to the ongoing battle."

Whitestar gazed at the medicine cat. His expression was one of confusion. "It is speaking of opposites. What opposites are there?"

Snowtail sighed. "I fear, and I hope I am wrong, but the opposites are us. NightClan and DayClan. We have always fought, and we are opposites in every way, including our pelts."

Whitestar nodded. "That makes sense. But others?" He looked at Snowtail, as if expecting her to know the answer.

The medicine cat shrugged. "I do not know. But they will save us from some dark fate, that much is clear."

Whitestar purred. "You are talented, Snowtail. I always knew you would make a fine medicine cat."

Snowtail beamed at her father's praise. "Thank you, father." She meowed, and then fixed her gaze back on the sky.

She sighed. "I just hope we will know what to do when that time comes."

Chelsea: All that was written by me!

Abby:Yes, well done. Next one will be by me!

Lizard: Who let that random talking squirrel in?

Squirrel: Chee chee chee chcheeee!

Abby: Uhhh...

Chelsea: This just gets crazier and crazier...