Here's the prologue c:

I don't own Warriors. Sorry ._.

The clear night sky dappled a small she-cat's ginger fur. She looked up at the starry sky, then jumped when she noticed a large yellow tabby tom watching her.

"Lightningstar?" she gasped, in complete shock of seeing the clan's first leader. "How could you possibly be here? Is this a dream? Have I died? But the clan needs me!"

Lightningstar silenced her with a flick of his golden tail. Stars surrounded him as he spoke, "Foxstone, the clan will face great turmoil soon. But a hidden savior will arrive. Remember this; the moon will shine brightest on the darkest of nights."

Before Foxstone could speak, Lightningstar blew away like dust with the wind. A rough shake woke the new medicine cat from her dream.

"Foxstone!" came a hiss as the ginger cat sleepily opened her eyes. "Softfoot is kitting!"

Foxstone quickly stood up to come face to face with her previous mentor, Cresentshell. The elder's eyes gleamed with pride as the younger cat clamped the herbs needed between her jaws and dashed off to the nursery.

Before Foxstone even reached the nursery, she heard an agonizing wail; Softfoot. Before entering the small berry bush that was used as the nursery the she-cat gave a reassuring look to a silver tom pacing outside.

"What should we name her, Slickpelt?" Softfoot purred to the large silver tom, licking the head of the small she-kit in front of her. The silver splotched kit let out a small mew before kneading at Softfoot's large stomach.

"The splotch that covers her face reminds you of the moon, doesn't it? What about Lunakit?" Slickpelt offered. Softfoot simply purred and nodded.

At the sound of the kit's name, Foxstone's eyes grew round. Could this be the 'hidden savior?', she thought, debating whether to tell Dreamstar or not. Deciding on telling the leader, she sprinted off into the brightly lit night to his den, the hollowed out hole at the base of one of the three majestic maple trees in the camp that were so close together they looked as if one, their branches twisting through one another. But before she could reach him, A dark brown tom came sprinting in, one small kit grasped between his jaws by its neck fur, the other walking weakly by his side.

"Dreamstar!" the warrior yelped as Foxstone quickly took the kits from him and ushered them into her den.

"What is it Badgerfur?" the leader replied, fear appearing in his glistening brown eyes.

"It…it's Twistedtail…he…he's been killed…by a band of rouges, they were about to…hurt those…those kits…and…" Beaverfur panted before being cut off by Dreamstar.

"Tell me what happened; start with why you left the camp in the middle of the night," the white tom demanded with an edge of bitter grief in his mew.

The brown tom instantly began speaking, his words a large jumble. "Twistedtail asked me to attend a quick night border patrol because he thought he smelt rouges earlier today, so I agreed. Then we found two kits near the twolegplace, and Twistedtail thought we should bring them to camp. They can't be older than a few sunrises. On our way back to camp we met a group of rouges that tried to take the kits, and when we refused, they attacked. Twistedtail told me to take the kits and run, but I hid near a fern and saw everything. They were ruthless…" he finished, slightly shaking at the memory.

Dreamstar pondered for a moment before commanding the young tom to gather a patrol and find the fallen warrior's body. Beaverfur nodded curtly and trotted off. Deciding to ask Softfoot to mother the orphan kits, he looked up to the sky and murmured,

"StarClan help us."

Hope you liked it :) The first chapter should be up soon (: