Six figures moved gracefully out of a shimmering cave, barely making a sound. The largest, a brown tabby tom, growled to a young she-cat to keep up. A small black tom was right on her heels, followed by three more she-cats. They stopped in a clearing, looking to the light of the half moon.
"I have had a vision, one that I think's going to affect all of the clans. Lightning struck the United Hollow, and everything went black" the large tom growled.
"I had this vision, too, Nettlejump but what does it mean?" mewed a milky white she-cat.
"Perhaps there is a giant lightning storm coming?"
"No, Dawnshadow, Starclan would never just straight-up tell us something like that."
"It has to be the twolegs! They're already starting to invade our territory! "
"This is the end of the forest!"
"We're all doomed!"
"Stay calm!"
In the chaos, no cat noticed the dark clouds blocking out the light of the stars. "Lightning will strike the tallest tree, bringing with it a Storm of war. There is more than meets the eye."
The bickering medicine cats turned to see the youngest of them, off to the side, staring eerily in the direction of the darkened moon. "We have been fools," sighed the milky white she-cat as the moon started to shine as usual.
"But aren't all of the trees in the Hollow the same size?" inquired Dawnshadow.
Nettlejump looked to the sky. "Sooner or later, we have to find out."
Um, I'm back! (Ducks out of the way of pitchforks) So, I owe everyone a sincere apology for not uploading for almost four months. I'm going to be uploading more frequently, but I've been a bit absorbed by some other stuff, like an original story that's in its development phase. I think this proves I can't stick to an exact schedule, but I'll at least try to keep waits from being this long.