Kits of the Storm

Prolog

A thin layer of fog surrounded the Moonpool. The new moon made the stars twinkle brightly, especially those of Silverpelt. Bluemoon padded over to where Lilypads was sleeping. She prodded her former apprentice, and she awoke with a start. She stared at the blue-gray figure, her eyes still glazed with sleep.

"Bluemoon? Is it time to go back to camp?" The young she-cat seemed to have forgotten about her mentor's violent death.

"No, dear kit. I am with StarClan now. I have come with a message."

She straightened up immediately. Her tortoiseshell pelt held droplets of dew. "What is it?"

"A prophecy of a new age in ShadowClan, of a change the forest will remember and carry on for generations." Suddenly, a look of remembrance and sad realization crossed Lilypad's face. The late medicine cat took on a voice that wasn't hers, and a glazed look held her face.

"A danger will arise in the rain, and lightning shall turn. Thunder and wind shall save the forest." Bluemoon groomed herself briefly, and turned away from Lilypads. "You may wonder what it means, but one day, all will become clear."

As she padded away, Lilypads ran to her side. "Stay with me! Please don't go!"

Bluemoon looked into her eyes. "We must all go, sometime." And with that, she faded into the fog.