Yeah! I wrote the prologue. I hope you like it. Please Review. Also, for Whiteclaw's description… it said in Fire and Ice "a dark warrior" so I just wrote what I would think his description is!

Prologue

Blackness and nothingness was all he could see. He felt the air swishing between his fur and he felt the eyes bore into him from above, in terror. He knew that this was his end… He knew that this was how he would die… He just wished it could've ended a different way. He just wished that he could say goodbye to his dear beloved… Mistyfoot. He opened his eyes for one last look at the forest he knew and held dear to and closed his eyes once more.

Pain jolted through him like a lightning bolt as he wanted to yowl out in agony. But his voice wouldn't serve him. Instead, he just lay in the water… hoping he would wash up on to the shore.

The dark warrior felt a warm breeze upon himself and felt a few cats calling his name. Groaning, he strained to get up and looked around, seeing a breathtaking landscape. The stars soared across the land and the plains were green. Soon he spotted a beautiful cat staring down at him. He looked at her for awhile in an awing silence until he realized who she was.

"Mother!" he cried.

The she-cat looked at him, her coat shimmering from the stars as a warm purr arose from her.

"My son. Do you know where we are?"

He blinked slowly. Where was he?

The she-cat chuckled. "Starclan."

He felt a chill run up his spin as he remembered himself falling and painfully hitting the water. "So I'm dead?" he boldly asked.

The she-cat touched her nose to her son's. "No my dear. Starclan has decided your destiny will be different. It does not lie in the forest you know, but the forest I know."

The young tom tilted his head. "What do you mean mother? You were born into Riverclan!"

She chuckled once more. "So much you do not know about your heritage. My son, your life has so many more options now. Starclan has given you the chance to live once more. To love once more. To start new. But not in the forest you were born into."

"Mother…" he murmured.

"All we be clear soon enough. Be careful my son. Death has been kind to you but it would not be again."

The warrior nodded his head vigorously. "Yes mother. But I still don't get-"

"Whiteclaw. Don't take this chance at life lightly. Your destiny is so great and you are going to be a great leader one day."

Whiteclaw shook his head in confusion and when he looked at his mother, she began fading and the scenery began disappearing. The beautiful grass and stars began evaporating into nothingness.

"Mother!! Wingfrost!!" he yowled as echoes replied back to him.

Whiteclaw awoke as he panted for air. He gazed up and breathed in for fresh air but instead, mixed cat smells ran up to him. He saw a large tree stump, and brambles and scented herbs from a den. For a second he thought he was in Riverclan camp… but nothing seemed familiar. He stood up in confusion as he began coughing out water.

"Death…" he whispered to himself.

A chilly wind breezed through the clearing until a voice broke the silence.

"He's awake! He's awake!!!"

End.

So what'd you think of the prologue? Whiteclaw is very confused! In case you didn't figure it out. Whiteclaw is in love with Mistyfoot. Whiteclaw's mother is Wingfrost.

Please Review!

-Goldensun