Skysong: Yay! My first fic! Don't kill me! XD This is when the Clans are still at the lake, but SkyClan has joined them because of Twolegs(again) SkyClan has the territory between and a little behind ThunderClan and ShadowClan because of the Tall pine trees. Firestar has been dead for about 20 years.

Wightshadoo: Erin Hunter will kill if you don't put the disclaimer on!

Skysong: Right! Skysong Angel/ Me does not own Warriors. If I did, Mousefur would be dead already cuz she's so freaking old! SHE NEEDS TO DIIIIIIIEEEEEE (in a peaceful manner)

Morningsky: She's had alot of suger...

Skysong: Yes, much so. Oh, and I own all of my OCs. Ok, pretty much all of the characters in this are OCs except a few random starclan cats that I added in here just for the fun of it. MWA HA HA!

Morningsky: Wightshadoo, give her a smack on the head plz.

Wightshadoo: Gladly. *smack*

Skysong: Ow! that hurt! *glares evily at Wightshadoo*

Wightshadoo: *snikers*

Skysong: you better behave or I'll kill off your character.

Wightshadoo: I'll kill off your character too.

Skysong: You'd be dead!

Wightshadoo: StarClan. This is a Warriors fic.

Skysong: You can't kill off my character! she's the main character.

Morningsky: Anyway... here's the prologue.

A harsh, cold wind screamed through a dark clearing, blowing fog and mist in circles. In the center of this clearing cowered a tortoiseshell she-cat; legs splayed out on the ground, and ears laid back in terror.

"Featherstar!" she wailed desperately, "Where are you? Why have you brought me here?"

As if in reply, the wind died down, and the mist started fading, revealing a clear sunlit sky. Slowly, the she- cat unhooked herself from the ground; her fur still fluffed up from the ordeal.

Bushes rustled, and a brown tabby with stars in her fur appeared at the edge of the clearing, slim and graceful. Her dark green eyes shone with wisdom, defying her youthful appearance. Quietly, she padded forward until she was a fox-length from the tortoiseshell.

The tortoiseshell bowed her head in respect as the tabby spoke.

"Greetings, Meadowflower. How are you?"

"Now you ask me," the Medicine Cat muttered. "Was that storm really necessary?"

Featherstar spoke as if she didn't hear her. "Come with me, I have something I want to show you."

She padded toward the edge of the clearing, and with a quick glance back at the puzzled she-cat, she leapt through the bushes and undergrowth and disappeared from sight. After a moment's hesitation, Meadowflower bounded across the clearing after her former leader.

Thick woodland formed a canopy that rose above the Medicine Cat's head as she caught up with Featherstar.

"Follow me," Featherstar instructed, and she turned and padded down an earth packed trail. After a few minutes, Meadowflower spoke.

"This is ThunderClan territory."

Featherstar didn't react except for a flick of her tail to indicate that she had heard the comment.

Soon, the duo reached a thick bramble tunnel at the entrance of a deep gulley. Featherstar padded through it with no hesitation. Meadowflower followed.

When they came out at the other end they were in a clearing. Bramble dens lay on the outside, and a fresh kill pile sat at the other end. A few elderly cats lay basking in the sunlight, and about a dozen Warriors and Apprentices shared tongues; randomly scattered across the sunlit clearing.

"Why have you brought me here to my Clan, Featherstar?" inquired Meadowflower, staring curiously at the deceased leader.

"Wait," replied the she- cat, glancing toward the Medicine Cat.

A squeal appeared from a den, and a ball of fur tumbled out of it. The two kits separated, and play- attacked each other again. Their mother walked out, sat down, and proudly watched her kits play.

The Leader turned to the kits. The darker one had pinned down the white and gray one, and with a squeal, jumped off. Slowly the white and gray kit stood up, her soft kit- fur blowing playfully in the breeze. As the kit turned to look toward the direction they were sitting. It's eyes shone with wisdom, although it was only a few weeks old.

Meadowflower looked at the leader in alarm.

"Don't worry, they can't see us," assured Featherstar. "They are growing up so fast. Doesn't it seem like yesterday that they were born?"

Meadowflower nodded in agreement. "Rainbowsky is doing well for her first litter. Skykit and Streamkit are always getting into some sort of trouble. Especially Streamkit!" Meadowflower nodded in the direction of the darker kit.

All at once, Featherstar turned to face Meadowflower, her voice ominously dark.

"A time of great peril is coming, Meadowflower. The Clans must be ready. Danger is on its way."

"What?" Meadowflower jumped up, startled.

"A valley of thorns will ensnare the sky, and only a storm of lightning will set it free, " Featherstar whispered as she started to fade away.

"Featherstar!" wailed Meadowflower, "Tell me what you mean!"

"Lightning must stay in the sky," murmured Featherstar, and then she was gone.

"Featherstar!"

Suddenly, the wind blew anew, and the mist clouded Meadowflower's eyes, enfolding her in its grasp.

The last thing the Medicine Cat saw before darkness overtook her was the small, gray and white shape of Skykit, then black.

Wightshadoo: Yay! now for chapter 1!

Skysong: I haven't even written it yet...

Morningsky: Review please!

Skysong: Yes... Or I will eat you...

Wightshadoo: Not if I eat you first!

Morningsky: ...

Skysong: Chap 1 will be up when Kudomeya reviews, when I get done pestering Kudomeya to review, or when I actually write chapter 1.

Morningsky: So basically she doesn't even have to review...

Skysong: Yeah pretty much. Please do though!

Wightshadoo: *puppy dog eyes*

Morningsky: Review please! Just click the blue link... It's calling for you...