Prologue:

Clawstar chased his mate through starry fields.

"Wait up Lilyfur!" he called.

She turned around, her eyes sparkling and mewed playfully, "Or you hurry up, slowpoke!" Clawstar growled playfully and sprang forward to tackle her.

Then suddenly everything went dark.

"L-Liyfur? Where are you?" Suddenly it was bright again, but the setting had changed. Instead of a starry meadow they were in front of a silver lake.

"Go look in it", Lilyfur mewed. Clawstar cautiously padded to the edge of the lake and peered in. He saw a small kit, silvery-gray with a white tail and startling clear blue eyes. Then the lake flashed white and blinded him, when he could see again, he saw the kit, but older, fighting in a battle, gracefully spinning, with her claws extended.

The next image showed her as leader, majestic and beautiful, fighting against a cat that looked like it was made of shadows.

Lilyfur speaking startled him and he turned to face her. He gasped again.

Her eyes had glazed over. "A kit born on the full moon, whose fur glows silver and white, will lead the clan against evil and dark."

Then she blinked and her eyes went back to normal.

"Who you saw in the lake was the prophecy cat obviously. She has gifts from all of the Old Clan's first leaders.

Windstar gave her speed and agility.

Riverstar gave her sleek, thick fur, and strong paws to swim with.

Thunderstar gave her strong body and long , sharp claws.

And Shadowstar gave her a small body and plumy tail, so she can slip from her enemies claws and hide in the shadows. Guide her and keep her safe, because she is the only cat that can defeat the evil lying in wait for FireClan. I love you!"

Then she disappeared and the lake started to fade away.

Clawstar woke with a start, gasping, sweat running down his sides.

"Lilyfur… Who is this kit? I wish you were here to show me what to do…"