Prologue

"It has been an amazing Newleaf." A light brown tabby purred. "Hopefully it will be an even better Greenleaf." She gave her paw a few swift, licks.

A blue-furred she-cat gazed at the starry filled pool, before shaking her head mournfully. "I'm not so sure about that Leafpool, I'm afraid. Jayfeather-"

She was about to go on when a gray tom bounded to them, screeching to a halt, almost bumping into the she-cat.

"Don't say anything without me." Jayfeather snapped, flicking his tail angrily. "I saw the prophecy- or are you not going to let me because I was blind and helpless?"
Both she-cats didn't say a word. They were use to the bad-temper- and him being defensive about his blindness, even when he gained his sight when he joined Starclan.

He took the silence as an approval to talk, as he looked down to the pool and mewed, "This concerns every cat of every clan." With those words, cats of every clan, gathered to hear the well-respected cat.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "The sun will strike and the ghost of the past will rise again." At those ominous words, the clouds covered the sun, seemingly protectively, and a slash seemed to go through the now blood-red clouds. There was a loud mournful call of a cats, before more yowls rose. The cats looked in fear, as the yowls ended with a fierce battle-cry, and what seemed to be a gray mist in the shape of a cat pelted past them, disappearing as quickly as it came.

Everyone gasped, then gazed from the pool to Jayfeather, who looked rather calm. He looked up to meet their stares evenly. "Cats will have to make the worst decision of their lives- whether or not it is the correct one, blood will shed."

A tortoiseshell she-cat's eyes went wide. "Would any of this have to do with Firestar's kin?" She hissed.

Jayfeather narrowed his eyes. "You can't always worry about him Spottedleaf. Sheesh." He muttered, before louding saying. "Actually, I'm pretty sure it will, since..you know. Everything has to do with Firestar."

The tension cracked with meows of amusement as they gazed at an orange tom, with green eyes, who was looking down.

Jayfeather looked to a dark passageway, that was forbidden to all Starclan cats, and the cats followed his gaze. "Our war with Tigerstar is not over yet." He quietly observed.

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"Yes. The perfect idea." The dark brown tabby tom smirked, padding around a clearing with only a pitch black rock in the middle. A black she-cat and another dark brown tabby followed him with their eyes, as they watched from nearby.

"And this idea is what?" The dark brown tabby mewed, twitching his whiskers.

The black she-cat shifted her paws uneasily. "Perhaps- our war with Firestar is over." She blurted out.

The first tom spun around to face her, his amber eyes blazing with cold-hatred. Watching the she-cat flinch, he calmed down slightly.
"Our war is not over until the last of his mangy kittypet kin dies." He spat out the last words. "Understood Hollyleaf?"

Hollyleaf nodded her head nervously. "Y-yes T-Tigerstar." She stuttered.

Hawkfrost glared at Hollyleaf. She should be grateful- she had always tried to grovel Starclan, yet found herself here, where they found her and took her in, even if they weren't of kin.

Tigerstar sat down, his tail curled around his legs before he gazed up to the dark sky, no stars or moon shown to lead them. He looked down at his followers. "Listen carefully..."