Starborn

Prologue.

"The Time has come, my allies.....we must train again, and make sure Starclan pays! This new war will destroy all in our way, and will make the first battle....a practise round..." A battle-scarred, grey and white tom raked his cold gaze over the sea of onlooking murderers. They were perfect....perfect little toys to win his battles. Perfect little toys to do his work.... Perfect....except...

"How do we know it won't fail?" Yelled an orange tom, one eye closed by three long clawmarks. 

"Simple...." The grey and white tom replied. "There is a new prophecy, and of course, the cat of the prophecy will stop us.....eliminating them is all we need to do, if we want an easy win."

"What is this prophecy you speak of, Thistleclaw?" A tortoiseshell hissed.

"When darkness rules the land, feasts on hope and happiness and leave all with nothing, the Starborn one shall step forth, and blind the darkness." Thistleclaw snorted. "They seem to be getting rusty." 

"Starborn? What would that be? An ancient Starclan cat? Another magic mortal?" The orange cat  spat. 

"Maybe, Adderbite, but we must have patience. Don't forget how long it took for the three to appear. For now, we wait, and spy for information. I want you, Reedfall and Crowflight to go to Starclan and don't appear until you have good news......"

Adderbite turned, and slunk through the bushes, closely followed by Reedfall, the tortoiseshell who spoke up before, and Crowflight, a ragged, worn out black tom with dull grey eyes.

And far away, past the border and in the Star-filled skies of Starclan, a young, new Queen nursed her newborns, 4 starry kits who were destined to never know mortality.