Prologue

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The stars of silverpelt flickered in the sky. Lionfeather yawned but she couldn't get to sleep.
"Starclan help me" she sighed "W-warrenstar is that you?"
She gazed up at the starclan cat in admiration.
"Yes Lionfeather, it is me. Five will rise, two will fall, a black tom is the key" he meowed.
"What do you mean?"she mewed like a helpless kit.
Warrenstar disappeared leaving the bewildered she-cat alone in the dark.

"Lionfeather, quick, Hailtail is having kits" Wolfheart meowed.
"I'm coming"she mewed.
She could see that he was worried. Hailtail is his mate after all.
She ran into the Nursery.
"Help!" Hailtail cried.
"Bite this stick and have some poppy seeds" the medicine cat meowed.
"Ok" she mewed.
She gently pushed out an orange, little kit, rapidly licking its fur.Then two other kits popped out, one white and the other black.
"What are their names" Wolfheart meowed.
"Amberkit, Yarrowkit and Midnightkit" she smiled.

"Lionfeather, it's half-moon! You need to go to the moonstone remember?" Treestar meowed, bursting into the Nursery.
She had forgotten that it was half-moon.Rushing out of camp, she could she the riverclan medicine cat was waiting for her.
"Where have you been" Newtspeck snapped.
"I forgot. Hailtail was having kits" she meowed.
"Oh ok" he mumbled.
They walked across the Morelands.
Suddenly, Frecklepelt bounded towards her and Newtspeck.
"Greetings Lionfeather and Newtspeck" the windclan medicine cat panted.
"Greetings Frecklepelt" she meowed.
"Where is Redfur" Frecklepelt asked.

"I'm here"Redfur meowed.
"Finally" Newtspeck muttered.
They set off across the Morelands and climbing the highstones.
The medicine cats stumbled around in the darkness untill they saw the light of the moonstone. She touched the smooth crystal-like gem and immediately fell to sleep.

"Who are you?" Lionfeather meowed.
"It's me Warrenstar"the former leader meowed.
"What should I do about what you told me" Lionfeather mewed.
"Just trust your own instincts" she meowed, fading into the shadow.
She woke.

She had rushed ahead of the other medicine cats. Finally, she reached the entrance of the camp. She glanced over her shoulder towards the nursery. I wonder if Midnightkit is the black tom from the prophesy Lionfeather thought.

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