Warriors: Changing Times
Prologue
Paws left marks in the snow as four cats traveled together, their snowy paths lit by the starlight. Their heads were bowed against the wind as they carried on towards their destination, fierce determination lit in their eyes.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have come tonight," one voice mewed quietly. "It's nearly impossible to move in this heavy snow."
"Nonsense, Batwing," mewed a higher voice. "It's very important during these difficult times that we speak with our warrior ancestors. Perhaps they can give us answers as to why our clans are suffering like this."
"This leafbare has been the worst I remember it," growled a third voice. "Little prey, twolegs crawling all over the place and scaring away what's left , and of course the sickness! I had to take on an apprentice simply to help with my workload. Of course, I couldn't take her along tonight, not in this weather. But you're right, Silentsky. Hopefully StarClan can give us answers during this difficult time."
Silentsky glanced at the stars above, worrying evident in her eyes.
"They must be angry with us."
The others' ears flicked uncomfortably at this notion but Batwing spoke up.
"Impossible," he mewed. "It's not as though we have warriors breaking the code left and right. We've done nothing wrong, nothing that StarClan should punish us for."
"Perhaps," mewed the third cat, "StarClan is angry with the number of kittypet and loner descendants there are in ThunderClan."
The tom's voice was full of amusement; he hadn't intended for the comment to be offensive but the fourth cat looked unamused.
"That is between ThunderClan and StarClan, Agatetooth," the tom growled.
"My apologies, Twistedclaw," Agatetooth replied somberly, bowing his head.
"Although if they are angry with us," Twistedclaw mewed. "I would do anything to earn back their approval."
The four continued on in silence until they reached their destination, a beautiful frozen pool which reflected all the stars in the sky above in perfect clarity. The medicine cats approached the pool and bowed their heads over it, breathing out and fogging up the surface. Batwing, Silentsky, and Agatetooth closed their eyes and let their dreams wander off into StarClan's hunting grounds; Twistedclaw, however, kept his open and raised them to the starlit sky.