Prologue
A golden tom was approaching the clearing engulfed with cats. He hauled himself onto a cliff rock a made an approving yowl. The cats below his gaze silenced as their leader begin to speak. The tom pushed out his chest, and with pride, spoke freely.
"Tonight is the night that LightningClan claims back Shiningrocks!"
A surge of excitement rose from the clan as the group of cats' hunger for battle stormed through the clearing.
"When will we attack?"
"StreamClan does not know what's coming!"
"Who's going on the battle patrol?"
All the questions from then curious clanmates seemed to echo of the stone walls where the LightningClan camp was in the golden tom's head. The caterwauling of the cats grew louder as a bloodied border patrol barged through the thorn tunnel. The golden tabby leaped off the high stone and hurried towards the wounded warriors.
"Who did this to the patrol, Fernfang?", the golden tom demanded, furious.
Fernfang let Rosepetal address a gash on her throat then padded up to the golden tom.
"Lightningstar, we went over to Shiningrocks to mark our scent on the border, and a StreamClan patrol came and crossed it, so we chased them away. But then-" Fernfang looked at the patrol behind her. "Streamstar said that the whole of Shiningrocks belongs to StreamClan and he sent almost all his warriors to attack us."
Just as Lightningstar was about to speak, a dark tabby tom interuptted him and mumbled,
"Are you going to back down from a challenge, making LightningClan look like cowards. We must fight now!"
Lightningstar swung his head towards the dark tabby tom and snarled, "Who died and made you leader, Thistlefang? Leave me to make the decision for LightningClan around here!"
With that, Lightningstar leaped on the tall rock and yowled with certainty, "We shall go to battle, now!".