So here's the prologue! I personally hate prologues, but they usually have excellent foreshadowing in what will happen next! Hopefully I will have foreshadowing in this, but I'm not entirely sure...Oh well, here we go!
~Prologue~
Cold moonlight poured through the thick trees that surrounded the clearing. In the center of the clearing, a pale gray cat with darker flecks and dark blue eyes crouched near a pool. His fur seemed to gleam with starlight, but beneath the faint glow, there was a dark hunger. It was a hunger for revenge.
As he stared into the pool, his eyes caught sight of what he needed to see. The dark ginger shape of an unnamed cat, moving with a group of other cats. His eyes glittered with hatred and longing as he looked at her.
Perhaps this will get you to come back, he thought bitterly. Of all the cats he had chosen to love, it just had to be this one. She was beautiful, smart, and so much better then that...that sniveling coward of a ThunderClan cat they called a leader!
He had chosen to stay behind, unlike his fellow ancestors. There were a few tasks that needed to be taken care of, just a few. And this was one of them. As he watched, he spotted what looked like a tiny kit, mewling for her mother. He smiled cruelly and stared at it for a few moments.
This could work to my advantage, he realized when he saw another kit playing with her. It was almost too perfect. Yes, this would definitely work to his advantage.
The warrior rose to his paws and touched the pool with his muzzle, as he had seen Yellowfang do and the other cats. He had learned the ancient secret that all medicine cats learned when they joined the ranks of StarClan. He had the ability to walk in a sleeping cats' dreams, and to see into the future now. And as he stared into the future, he saw that the Clans would suffer from this decision the she-cat would make.
With one touch of his paw, he could see everything. Including a sight that made him most happiest. A dark ginger she-cat, who was suffering far more then any other cat could hope for.
"Are you coming?" A dark brown tabby cat with a white underbelly, and piercing blue eyes asked. His face was contorted into a twisted smile as he stared at the pale gray tom.
It was he who helped him build the trap for Firestar. And he who had come to his help when he needed it. If had not been for this tom, he would have been in a great deal of trouble right about now.
"I am coming," he replied, though his eyes were gleaming like flint. He hated being ordered around, even if this cat was larger then him by a long-shot.
They padded through the forest, until its image began to change. The ground soon turned dark and eerie looking, and it became covered in dead undergrowth. Burrs soon caught on his pelt, making him hiss in annoyance. Fungi also grew everywhere, and it seemed to glow eerily. The tom curled his lips at this place.
He rarely came here unless something urgent was going on. In fact, some of the cats in this forest had become his best friend. But he kept it a secret from any other cat who might stray to find out what was happening.
Apparently Brokenstar, the former leader of ShadowClan, had called a meeting that all cats from the Place of No Stars must attend. He had pretty much claimed his place as their leader, and now was sitting on top of a pile of dust.
His amber eyes glared mutinously at the pale gray tom. He could already tell that this cat didn't belong here, but that was no matter. If he was with Hawkfrost, then he must be good.
Brokenstar lifted his chin proudly as his cats padded forward. They were all as skinny as him, and perhaps in even worse conditions. But beneath their skinny frames, there was a hunger in their eyes. And that was a hunger for revenge.
"Why have you called us so late?" yowled a black-and-gray tabby. His amber eyes gleamed as though he was afraid of addressing the former ShadowClan leader in such a manner, but he still held his stare defiantly.
Sniveling coward, Brokenstar thought with a grin. "I have called you here for a very interesting matter," he declared. He unsheathed his claws, and within them was dark brown tabby fur.
And this fur belonged to none other then Snakeclaw, who had been Tigerstar. Brokenstar only just found out that the idiot resurrected himself. He had severely punished Hawkfrost for not telling him, and now the dark tabby's eyes glittered with hatred.
"What does this mean?" A huge dark ginger tabby, known as Bloodclaw asked. He had been apart of ShadowClan when Brokenstar led the raid to drive WindClan out. But thanks to a certain WindClan cat, Bloodclaw, his most trusted warrior, had been killed.
"Tigerstar resurrected himself," Brokenstar explained. "If he can do so, than why can't we?" There were a few murmurs that broke out among the gathered cats. Except for Hawkfrost, who was glaring at Brokenstar.
"So what do you want us to do?" meowed Shimmertail, a distinctive tabby she-cat with silver dapples on her tail. "It seems to me that you may get carried away with this, little mission." Her lips drew back to a yawn, and she looked rather bored.
Brokenstar glared at her coldly. Above all the other cats, Shimmertail was the most defiant. He had yet to break her into submission. She was once a RiverClan queen who treated kits cruelly, but ended up getting killed by her own son.
"This mission, is for the good of all of us," Brokenstar hissed. "If we can resurrect ourselves, think of all the damage we can do to the Clans. You'd want revenge on your ancestor, wouldn't you?" He stared at Shimmertail for a moment, and she looked somewhat pleased with the idea.
But then she shook her head and turned away. "No, it is foolish. I will not take any part in this," she growled. With that, she left the group of cats alone and padded off in a different direction.
Brokenstar flicked his tail. No matter, he had most of these cats on his side. He could flick his tail and order them to kill her right on the spot. But he liked the idea of having a defiant cat around. It made things more...interesting.
"Tonight is a new night!" Brokenstar yowled. Others followed his yowl, all except for Hawkfrost, who was shaking his head. "We will begin the search for answers tomorrow, so rest now, for you will need it."
As the meeting drew to an end, Hawkfrost just continued to shake his head. An eerie thought was coursing through his mind, a thought that he wished he could forget. If only you knew, he thought.