A/n: Howdy! Hope you liked the prologue.
Chapter 1-Clan Life
This is my normal day: Be awakened by Swimstar, my grandmother, prodding me at sun-high. I scramble out of my nest and pad out to find Goldfur and Sandpelt in a verbal fight-about me.
My kits, adopted kits, Fernfur and Dewfrost, will break them up and then disappear.
Swimstar will follow me and watch me closely. I'll eat, then patrol or eat—of course, Swimstar always with me.
I'll then nap or share tongues with Sandpelt. I'll then train Twigpaw and eat again.
Then I'll nap.
Pretty normal, eh? And it was…Until one day.
I got up early, before sun-high. I go over to talk to Swimstar about Twigpaw's progress.
I near the den and I hear hushed voices.
"She isn't doing anything!" the first voice meowed.
"Be patient, Swimstar," the second voice replied calmly.
Moonstream gasped. They're talking about me! She thought desparingly.
"Moon will figure it out soon enough."
Sigh. "I suppose so. But who is Light?"
"I don't know. I just don't know."
Moonstream tossed and turned that night, thinking of the conversation she had overheard.
She finally fell into the soft, overrated world of dreams.
She had troubled dreams, in which strange voices floated around her, whispering,
"Moon and Light grow closer, and terrible truth is revealed. Only Moon and Light know the answer and must solve the riddle laid before them…"
Moonstream strained to see anything, but couldn't. Suddenly a golden cat was in front of her, squinting into the foggy darkness, too.
"You must meet," a mystical voice whispered. "Put your differences aside and befriend…."
Everything faded. Moonstream felt sharp prod in her side, and jerked awake to find herself staring into her sister's eyes.
"I'm being made warrior this moon!" Twigpaw exclaimed happily. "So are Darkpaw, and Stonepaw!"
"That's great," Moonstream replied, yawning. "And why did you wake me up for that?"
"Actually," Twigpaw replied cheerfully. "I woke you up to say that….Windclan is attacking!"
Twigpaw and Moonstream both sprang to their paws, realizing what she had just meowed and what it meant.
"This is for….our dead sister who died a moon ago because of you!" Twigpaw yowled in one breath as she threw herself into the fray.
Moonstream watched her apprentice with a slight grin on her face, and then threw herself at a large tom.
She battled fiercely, clawing every scrap of fur she could reach. She got a view that was so sad; she could not suppress a sad, mournful yowl.
Fernfur, Moonstream's 10 moon-old adopted 'kit', was lying in a pool of blood, and Pantherstar standing over her, watching as Shadowclan warriors burst in camp.
A golden she-cat spotted Moonstream and leapt over. Moonstream gasped as she recognized her, as the gold cat from her dream.
"You!" the gold she cat meowed desperately. "You had the dream! What does it mean?"
Moonstream shook her head and shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't know."
"Moonstream!" Swimstar yowled behind her, pausing from a battle with the Shadowclan deputy, Moonshadow, "Go to Riverclan and get help!"
Moonstream bounded out of the stone hollow, acutely aware of hot breath on the back of her neck.
She turned to find Rippedear, a giant Shadowclan warrior, following her.
'Starclan help,' she thought as she reached the river.
A/n: I know, I know, cruddy place to end, but hey I need a break. So, R&R! And, the next chapter will probably be posted later today! Yeah! And, Moonstream plushies to LoveNature and Grayfrost for reviewing! If you review I have a nice, hot, pile of cookies for you.
