A/N: So I realized that a few allegiances won't do much, and I'm too excited. So here's the prologue. If you're confused, everything will clear up soon, I promise! ;D
A small she-cat poked her head out from under a thistle bush, peering around the snow-covered clearing. She looked around quickly, in hopes that the other cats were sleeping. When she confirmed that no other cats were awake, she crept out from under the bush and padded through the melting snow. The dim sunlight filtered through the trees, casting flickering shadows off the showing undergrowth. Ever since the snow-season had ended, the snow was melting and causing everything to get wet.
"Speck?" a soft voice called from underneath another thistle bush. "Speck, what are you doing?"
The tortoiseshell she-cat turned around to see a brown tabby she-cat staring at her from the bush. "Go back to sleep, Harriet," Speck ordered.
Harriet nodded, but didn't move. "Where are you going?"
Speck sighed. Harriet was a hard one to deal with. "I'm going to go and hunt. I'll bring you back some kill. There will be more prey since warm-season is beginning."
Harriet nodded. "I want a rabbit," she mewed before creeping back under the bush and closing her eyes into sleep.
Speck shrugged off the feeling of all the cats in her Pack watching her and continued down the small pathway toward a clearing surrounded by three giant pine trees. In the centre, three Upwalker benches were wrapped around a rock that the Packs called the Big Rock. The clearing was called Threetrees. (A/N: I couldn't think of anything else.)
Speck weaved between the snow patches and leaped on top of one of the benches. One Second from each Pack sat on each bench, while the three Firsts perched on top of the Big Rock. The rest of the Packs stayed on the ground, listening intently.
Speck gazed up at the Big Rock before she finally leaped on top of it and gazed up at the sky. The half-moon glowed brightly, casting a perfect beam of light directly on top of her speckled pelt. She closed her eyes.
Suddenly, a snapping noise of a twig caused her to snap her head sharply in the direction of one of the pines. A smoky-black cat padded into the clearing, holding a rabbit in her jaws.
"I caught the rabbit Harriet wanted," the cat meowed, dropping the kill on the ground and glaring up at Speck. "Why are you doing this now, Speck?" she asked.
Speck shrugged. "Night Pack seems bright tonight," she answered. "I think they'll let me morph."
The black she-cat rolled her eyes. "But it's the half-moon," she persisted. "Every cat knows that Night Pack won't allow it."
"Bella, I'm a Morph," Speck mewed. "If Night Pack don't allow it, evil spirits will come and destroy everything."
Bella padded up to the benches and leaped on top of one, even though she wasn't a Second. "Speck, I don't think you should do it."
"Bella, the Upwalkers are killing us," Speck suddenly hissed, baring her teeth at her Packmate. "I have to do something about it, because I can. You're just jealous that you can't do anything to help."
Bella didn't say anything. She simply hopped down from the bench and padded away from the Big Rock, calling over her shoulder, "Fine. Go ahead. Morph. But don't scold me if any of the other Packs see you."
Speck shook her head in exasperation as Bella disappeared from sight. She just doesn't understand, she thought. She doesn't know how much responsibility I feel is weighing me down.
Speck sat back down and looked up at the stars. She sent a silent prayer up to Night Pack, asking for protection from the eyes of the other Packs. Then she closed her eyes until she felt her body change, and Upwalker taking her place.
Stormstar gazed up at Silverpelt, floating around the half-moon. Skyfeather was asleep in his den, along with the rest of his Clan in their own dens. The forest seemed so peaceful, now that newleaf was beginning. RainClan had some of the best hunters, who would surely make up for the dreaded leaf-bare.
Suddenly, a rustling noise next to him caught his attention. He looked down to the shrivelled up fern tunnel of the medicine cat's den where Leafstripe padded out. Stormstar was briefly appeased to see that the ferns were regaining their beautiful light green colour.
"Stormstar," Leafstripe started, leaping up to the Highrock where Stormstar was positioned, "StarClan have told me something."
Stormstar nodded. "What did they say?"
Leafstripe paused, as if searching for the right way to phrase the message. "They said that…the cat with a black ending will save the Clans and the forest. They also said that warriors of past can help."
Stormstar nodded trying to comprehend the message StarClan had sent his medicine cat. Skyfeather told him something about a cat with a black ending, but he hadn't heard anything of warriors of past.
There was the time when StarClan sent two ThunderClan leaders, Firestar and Bluestar, down to help save the Clans. He realized that Firestar was sent to create RainClan, the newest Clan of the forest, and that Bluestar was sent to help LightClan cope with the loss of their warriors and apprentices.
"Thank you, Leafstripe," Stormstar meowed, bowing his head in respect to RainClan's medicine cat. "I'll think about this sign."
Leafstripe nodded and jumped off of the Highrock, padding back to his den. Stormstar looked back up at Silverpelt, and thought he saw the slightest glimmer of orange.
A/N: w00tesk. I hope you liked it!!! Chapter 1 coming soon to a theatre near you! (which reminds me...)