Prologue

The Tribe of rushing water was grieving for Storm that rages through sky, a loyal prey hunter, who died from a little mountain lion, in which Hawk Rock that falls down mountain quickly killed. Stoneteller hung his head. So many of his Tribe has lost their lives, how many more will there be? Before he listened for an answer, he heard a faint mewling behind the water fall.

"Kits!" He exclaimed. Before he went out, Hawk feather that drifts in breeze bounded in with a bundle of 4 kits, their bodies cold and shivering. "I was out hunting, when I saw some kits." Rock explained hastily. Stoneteller narrowed his eyes. Storm was Hawk's teacher, and yet he was out hunting?

"I see" Stoneteller said stiffly. Hawk shrugged, and took the bundles to the nearest kit mother he could find. Stoneteller sighed. As he did so, he heard a faint whisper in the wind "4 strange kits shall for fill a Tigerfurred prophecy."

Stoneteller could tell it was a sign from the Tribe of endless hunting. He blinked, his fur ruffling in the moonlight breeze. "Please!" Stoneteller begged. "Tell me more!" But all was silent.

As he padded away to his den, thinking about what the tribe of endless hunting meant, a pair of light blue eyes were peeking out of a bramble bush. The frail body was shivering with guilt. "Goodbye my kits," She whispered. "May StarClan AND the tribe of endless hunting light your path." And with a painful sigh, she left.


Whirl barged into Stoneteller's den shrieking "Rouge cats are attacking!" Wing and White were bouncing around, their snarls sounding more like squeaks as they leaped at imaginary Rouges. Gray and Stoneteller looked up from the herb pile and snorted. "C'mon, Gray, lets go play!" Whirl coolly said, but inside his heart throbbing with excitement. "Later" Grumbled Gray. "Okay then, smalls." Whirl sneered. Gray flattened her ears in sadness. Yes, she was the smallest of the litter, but they don't have to be so mean about it! "Now, Whirl. Someone," he glared at Whirl "Had sneaked into my den and ruined my herbs! Gray is being helpful by helping me, while her siblings are playing some silly game!"

"Sorry Stoneteller." Whirl meowed.

"Better" sniffed Stoneteller.

Gray sensed a flash of pride from Stoneteller. Oh, if only she wasn't a she-cat, she could've been the next healer! She hid her thoughts and started on the herbs. But before she started, she saw a flash of white and saw her siblings and herself traveling to a forest. She blinked, and the image was gone. "I must tell Stoneteller!" She thought. She turned her shocked eyes towards her siblings. She should tell them first. As she padded out of the herb den, she told her sister, Wing, her dream, who told White, who told Whirl. He leapt up with joy. "Gray!" he babbled. "We can get out of here! Tell Stoneteller your vision and say we have to go there! We'll get to go outside this stuffy cave!" Gray thought about it. "Yes, I suppose so." She replied, and to her brother's delight, she started towards Stoneteller.

Stoneteller was gazing at a pool when Gray cautiously padded toward him. He pricked his ears and turned around, curious. "What is it, Gray? Something bothering you?" Gray swallowed her throat dry as the moss the kit mothers have, and quickly explained her vision. Stoneteller had a faraway look in his eyes. "There's only one thing to do…" he murmured. He jerked his head to face Rock and Hawk. "You 2!" he snapped. Rock, one of the best prey hunters in the tribe, looked up. "Hawk needs to go on Cave guard duty soon." Rock said, Hawk nodding.

Stoneteller gave them an icy look. The gulped and muttered, "Whatever you say, Stoneteller." He nodded and ordered, "Take these young kits to the forest we see below. And it won't take more than a quarter moon to finish."

The cats kneaded the ground, the lean muscles behind their pelts showing, as they called to the kits to follow them. "This way." Hawk said, walking through the waterfall. Gray gulped and sprinted, so that she passed through the water in a single bound, her already enormous blue eyes stretching bigger and bigger, as it almost covered her whole face, as she waited patiently for the rest of the group to get to the other side.

As they left the waterfall, the young kits looked around, wide-eyed. "Wow!" Whirl said, gazing at a frond of bracken. "This is great! Sometime's you're not too bad, Gray. This vision actually turned out to be useful!" Wing cuffed his ear. "Don't be rude," She hissed. "Or we'll get sent back." White shook her head. "I don't know." She muttered, glancing forward to Hawk and Rock. "I think its Stoneteller's orders."]

Whirl closed his eyes, his paws feeling all tingly. His eyes firmly closed, he ran around, smiling as the wind ruffled his fur. But suddenly he tripped on a loose pebble and careened to the edge. Shrieking in fear, he toppled over.

There was a sickening thud.