Prologue

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A jet black cat padded through a shimmering forest, watching with wonder the glittering trail beneath her paws and the towering trees that flanked her on both sides. She followed the path to a large clearing where it met up with two others. Two more cats arrived on them promptly after her, as if told by a silent voice where to go. The black cat's emerald eyes widened as she recognized the other two, one silver with darker speckles, and the other fiery orange with calico spots.

Suddenly, the space in the middle of the clearing began to shine with a glowing light, and several cats appeared. The three cats stared with awe as they faced them, sparkling cats with stars in their fur and frost glimmering at their paws. One of them stepped forward without hesitation and spoke. "A raging storm is coming."

Another lifted its head. "Blind, dark clouds will block out the sun, and the courage and humility of the Clans will be tested until a time when there is quiet, before the storm opens and unleashes its fury."

The starlit cats fixed their piercing gazes on the three cats facing them, and then began to fade.

Nightstorm woke in her nest, still trembling. A prophecy!

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