Prologue
Short, but at least it's something.
The cats of StarClan gathered around their pool. A cat stepped forward, his piercing gray eyes staring into the others.
"I have an announcement." He yowled. "Some of the cats in the four Clans shall not stay in those Clans. They must form together, and make their own Clan!"
"Oh, come on! If we take apart the Clans now, how do we know that they will work together?" Meowed another cat.
Six Clans, not five, cannot make the forest thrive. If we work as six, the land will run red and the stars will fade.
That was moons and moons ago, and now, the prophecy is forgotten.
Ooh, shiver is your shoes.
Aneis