PROLOGUE
A silent clearing rested with trees surrounding it, the leaves blowing in the wind gently and the starry sky barely showing above. The ground below was soft and grassy and the night air was rather warm.
A mottled and pale brown-and-cream tabby she-cat padded into the clearing with a small, silver-gray tabby she-cat with tiny dark gray paws, a white chest and a fluffy tail and a ginger tabby she-cat following after them silently. They all stopped in front of him and sat down, the stars in their fur shining brightly.
"What is the meaning of this?" he growled, dark ginger tabby tail curling around him. Everything was lit up by the full moon above and he felt a flash of irritation.
Beside him the bushes rustled and he glared at them as a mottled light brown tabby she-cat with spotted legs stepped through, blinking innocently and she gazed around, surprised.
The pale brown-and-cream tabby she-cat began speaking softly, "Now we may begin. Part of being a leader is helping your medicine cat figure out prophecies. And we have a prophecy for you, Sharpstar." She blinked at the light brown tabby she-cat in a warm greeting.
The silver-gray tabby she-cat stepped forward seeming to be very cold. "A cat will appear in the forest and cause the destruction of a Clan, unless three cats can stop them," she mewed and then stepped back.
Sharpstar looked at them in confusion. "What does that mean? Leafstar, where are you going?"
The leader began to fade, as did the silver-gray tabby she-cat but the ginger tabby she-cat stayed, gazing at them sadly.
"We don't know what the prophecy means but it's your job to figure it out. Please save SkyClan from disaster," she mewed and then began to fade and then disappeared.
Sharpstar glanced over at his medicine cat as something dart past him, chuckling evilly and he didn't get to see what it was but it slashed it's claws through his pelt and he felt blood welling up on his chest and he clenched his teeth in pain as everything faded away.
"Sharpstar?" a voice made him jump in fear and he pricked his ears to see Frecklewish standing in front of him with herbs at her paws. "When you get wounded in a dream you get wounded in a real life," she explained and he lifted his chin to show the wound the unknown cat had given him.
He blinked at her and his thoughts raced. "This prophecy, what do you think about it? We have to figure out who those three cats are."
Frecklewish nodded slowly and then stepped back. "We'll figured it out, Sharpstar. Don't worry." She smiled warmly and then turned away from him. "Get some sleep now." And then she began to leave the den.
Before she left though, Sharpstar called out to her, "Frecklewish, I'm sorry about your apprentice. Parsleypaw would've been a great medicine cat." He bowed his head for a heartbeat, remembering how the apprentice went to the StrikeClan border to collect herbs and one of the cats attacked him and killed him. "You get some sleep too, Frecklewish." He gave a small smile and she nodded before slipping out of the den.
He felt a pang of sympathy for Frecklewish and he stood up, padding out of the den and stretching his legs, seeing the darkness around him but the claw-moon in the sky barely lit up anything. By the medicine den he could see two cats standing outside of the den, he could tell one of them was Frecklewish and the other one seemed to be… Yellowcloud. He shook his head.
Sharpstar took in a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air, letting his mind wander. Three cats in the prophecy. I have to find them. He felt a weight on his shoulders but shook it off, focusing. Let's do this.