Book 1: The grain of truth

"Attack!" hissed the grey and black tom.

Five Riverclan cats darted out of the trees and into the Shadowclan camp.

"I'm not so sure about this, Fogclaw," A dusty ginger and white tom complained.

"Don't act so wimpy, Duststorm, you were the one who planned this," Fogclaw mewed.

"Will they hurt her?" Duststorm asked nervously.

"I told them not to hurt your precious Mossflower," Fogclaw sneered, "But if they have

really got caught up in the battle, who knows,"

Duststorm winced. It had been a bad idea in the first place. But Fogclaw had promised him.

"Fogclaw!" A black tom ran up to him.

Fogclaw turned, "Yes, Ravenfeather?"

Ravenfeather shot a side glance to Duststorm. He flicked his tail nervously, enraging the dusty tom and annoying Fogclaw.

"You killed her! Mossflower!" Duststorm yowled, and Ravenfeather nodded.

Suddenly it dawned on Duststorm. There would be nothing in this for him, just an empty promise. Fogclaw was using him, and was planning to make Ravenfeather the deputy, not him! He leapt on Ravenfeather.

Ravenfeather started, "Wha-?"

Duststorm bit down hard on his shoulder, then felt something pulling him back. Fogclaw.

"Duststorm, what are you doing?"

"Liar!" Duststorm turned on Fogclaw and clamped his teeth deep in his neck.

Ravenfeather turned to the Shadowclan cats, "Retreat!" he yowled.

Morning came, and the sunlight poured onto a spot where the bodies of two cats were locked in an immortal combat. One was stained head to paw with rusty blood on the grey fur, and the other's chest was stained with its own blood, a deep red-black that fell in the nostrils and coated the mouth. Shadowclan would fine these two cats and give one a proper burial and the other a toss in the river.

Thunderclan.

Riverpaw shuddered as the wind blew in.

Riverclan.

Windpaw huddled in the reeds from that freezing wind.

Windclan.

Shadowpaw sat alone by the apprentice's den trying not to notice the cool, mist breeze.

Shadowclan.

Thunderpaw's body shivered as her head faced the wind.

That night, a dream came to those four apprentices. A scruffy brown tom floated above them, chanting: Cloud on the breeze. Cloud on the breeze.

A creamy she-cat joined him, chanting the same words.

Then a ginger, black, black and white and spotted cat came and sat down between them, "I am Firestar. I am Blackstar. I am Tallstar. I am Leopardstar. I come to warn you. You are the fate of the clans. Find the cloud. The cloud on the summer breeze…"

Windpaw woke up with a cry. The Riverclan she-cat looked around before running out. She had to tell Leopardstar about her dream, "Leopardstar! Leopardstar!"

Then a black cat pulled her into the bushes, "Reedpaw, stop it!" Windpaw complained, then realized it was not Reedpaw.

The new she-cat smelled like Windclan, "Be quiet," The strange cat hissed.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Windpaw mewed silently.

"I am Shadowpaw. Come with me. Thunderpaw and Riverpaw are waiting,"

Thunder, river, shadow and wind. The clans? Windpaw was wondering.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

Shadowpaw turned to her, "To find the truth,"

What do these she-cats have to do with Cloudfeather and Cliffhawk? Why are their names different clans? Why was the prologe so long? Was it really a prologe?
Find out in chapter 1-5!