Prologue (AKA PRO LOG)
Dark, misty fog surrounded the clearing where four cats lay in wait for their visitOr. All of them stood upright, gaze fixed on the boring cloud thingies.
Soon, a cat appeared through the mist and it cleared up around him. The cat stared around in confusion.
"Where... the... f*ck... Where the f*ck am I?" He asked, looking at the first cat in the group, his gray tabby pelt outlined with stars.
"Okay, you're in StoreClan right now, in a dream, but don't use the F-word around us. It's against our religion. Two more times and you can say hello to my good friend, the ol' .44 Magnum. Get it straight, or leave. It's quite simple, bucko."
The red tabby quickly apologized. "Sorry. I'm just used to it. My Clanmates don't care."
The gray tabby ignored him. "Regardless, my work shift is only supposed to last 30 minutes, so let's get a move on here. I have a message for you."
The red tabby, Redstripe by name, followed the strange StoreClan cats down to a river close to 38th street. What in the name of pickle juice were they doing here?
Another cat came forward. This one had a magnificent golden pelt, one that was so bright, Redstripe had to look away like a coward to regain his sight.
"See this here? It's a river," The golden cat said. Then he turned away. "Nevermind that. It doesn't matter at all. Now, our message!"
The other two cats slowly backed away, then took off at a run, heading for Dallas.
The first cat turned toward Redstripe.
"Okay, here's the message. You're all doomed." He said. Redstripe stared at him in confusion. What kind of a prophecy is that?!
"Wait, WHAT? We're DOOMED? What the frick is gonna happen?" Redstripe asked frantically, which got him a bad response.
"Oh, sorry, I can't tell you. My work shift is almost done, so I've gotta make it back to the office. Come on, Goldenlion. See ya!"
Redstripe was mad, but he didn't let it show. He walked in circles until he woke up, and then all the bigger worries came to him.
Is the Clan really in danger? Is everybody gonna die?
Yikes!