Prologue
The wind rustled through the trees as the cool night air ruffled the pelt of a mangy black tom. The tom was narrowing his eyes at the other cats, his ears twitching with suspicion.
"Quit shooting us dirty looks, Molefur," a deep voice purred with amusement. A broad-shouldered pure-white tom nodded at the other cats, which were arranged in a circle. They sat in a grassy clearing, illuminated by moonlight.
"We might as well go in then," an equally muscular dark brown tom mewed, his voice coming out as a deep growl. "It's about moonhigh."
The white tom looked up and flicked his tail. "Very well, Snakefang. Come on then."
The dark brown tom stood and stretched, nodding respectfully to Molefur as he stiffly padded over to the cavern where the Moonrock was located. Eventually they entered, finding their way through the dark tunnel that winded down the cave.
"Good luck in your dreams," the white tom mewed to Reedpelt, a blue-gray tom who only recently became a medicine cat. He shuffled his paws nervously and nodded. "I hope StarClan doesn't tell me anything too overwhelming," he meowed, meaning it as a joke. He silently thanked Berryheart, his former mentor, for everything she had taught him. Would she appear in my dreams?
Touching his stone to the crystal, the blue-gray tom shuddered as he felt the ice-cold for the first time. Sleep crashed over him, and he felt himself falling into darkness.
Reedpelt woke up with a jerk, his holly-green eyes widening. "Hello?"
"Welcome, Reedpelt," a familiar, gentle mew brought his attention.
"Berryheart!" he purred as he spotted the light brown tabby she-cat push her way through the thick reeds, her blue eyes warm. They touched noses and her eyes suddenly darkened.
"I would love to stay and catch up," she mewed. "But StarClan didn't send me here to gossip like elders during a Gathering. I must give you a prophecy… and you must promise not to tell anyone."
Reedpelt nodded awkwardly, his heart thudding.
Her pelt, which seemed to be full of stars, began glowing in an eerie light, and her voice sounded like hundreds of cats speaking at once. Reedpelt was too amazed to speak.
"The Clans are in great danger, Reedpelt. The only thing that can change the path of the shadows is the wind."
The she-cat's sky-blue orbs turned round as she stared into Reedpelt's eyes, her pelt bristling with fear. "You will know what to do, Reedpelt," she mewed. "I trust you, and I didn't choose you for no reason. But sometimes, shadows choose their own destiny."
A/N: I know, I know. A bit of a short and kind of cliché prologue, but I decided it fitted best with this type of story. Updates might be kind of slow, but I tend to write several chapters in advance, just so I'm not rushing. That's all and enjoy the next chapter.