Dawn

Prologue

All the Clans had gathered into a great field, surrounded with large oak trees. The oaks looming over them towered into the sky. All of the Clan's leaders were sitting on top of a giant rock, their deputies sitting below them.

Apprentices and elders talked and shared tongues. This was a time of truce.

As the Clan's leaders yowled across the clearing, silencing all the chatting cats. The Gathering had begun.

The moon was at full, sending slivers of light across the clearing as it shone through the trees.

First off, Webstar, the MoonClan leader, stepped forward. "I have terrible news," he mewed. "All of our warriors are either dying or passed onto StarClan from the Greencough bout. It is just me and and apprentice who have not caught it. There is nothing we can do."

He dipped his head in sorrow. "MoonClan can no longer be a Clan.  There is no catmint in any of our territories due to the frosts. With two cats, it is not a Clan."

Protests rang out around the clearing. Amongst the chaos, a grey, ticked tom stepped forward. "But there has always been four Clans!"

Webstar turned to face the cat, staring down at him. "Icestorm, how can we be a Clan with 2 cats? There is no hope left for MoonClan now," he meowed. He stopped, and yowled. "Flarepaw! Come up."

A orange tom, thin and malnourished from hunger, came up to the front of the Great Rock, and sat down. Webstar's meow rang out through the clearing. "Would any of the other Clans like to take him in?" Muffled conversations began sparking throughout the crowd of cats.

Many of them wondered if this was against the warrior code. Even the leaders were discussing it amongst themselves.

Silencing them with a loud yowl, the GorgeClan leader stepped up, his eyes shining. "GorgeClan shall take Flarepaw in as its own."

He declared. Flarepaw, his head dipped and his tail dragging along the ground, walked over to sit by his other now-fellow GorgeClan apprentices. A lilac she-cat turned to Flarepaw. "Hi! I'm Dawnpaw!"