Dapple, a wandering loner, finds herself dreaming of cats, much more different then her. Dapple then recieves a message from the Clan of the heavens, StarClan, to build MountainClan. First, Dapple must find cats willing to join MountainClan. Her quest isn't as easy as Dapple thought.

She must fight for territory and must become a leader of a new, shaken Clan. Join Dapple on her quest, to find her new warriors and rebuild MountainClan.

Genres: Adventure

Rating: T

Prololgue

The sky grew black with heavy rain clouds, threatening to pour on the six Clans. One Clan was shattered, because of SkyClan. SkyClan had many kits, and they needed room to move. "MountainClan, attack" cried the damp orange tabby leader.

She was weak, but she stood proud, watching as her Clan fought. Suddenly, a large body barrelled into the leader, sharp claws raking down her shoulders. She yowled and looked to see SkyClan's leader, Whitestar, with a fierce look on her face.

"Larkstar, you know MountainClan will be driven out. Your territory will be ours" she cried, her golden eyes blazing with fury.

Larkstar hissed. "Never." She pinned down the tortoiseshell she-cat with they clawed each other, with blood pouring like a pool of water.

Whitestar took a last leap of courage and pinned down Larkstar. She bit the red tabby's neck. Larkstar's pale amber eyes faded, her tail twitching at Whitestar's paws. Whitestar licked Larkstar's fur, and looked at the sky as rain started to fall.

With the lightning and thunder crashing above her, she stared down at the fighting Clans. "MountainClan, SkyClan, sheathe your claws. Larkstar is dead" she announced. A few horor stricken gasps from battling MountainClan cats, hisses followed by triumphant looks from SkyClan.

"This is cold-hearted murder, Whitestar. You have broken the Warrior Code and broken a Clan. You aren't even worth a pile of fox-dung" hissed a pale grey tabby tom, stepping fowards. A SkyClan cat stepped fowards.

"You're just a coward, Troutstep" hissed a light grey she-cat, sneering at him with her white teeth. Troutstep unsheathed his claws, but was silenced by a dark ginger tom. His face was calm, but his fur was bristling.

"MountainClan must go! We shall find somewhere to settle, and we'll plot SkyClan's revenge" he cried. "Foxwing, the darling MountainClan medicine cat, you are absolutely right. Leave, MountainClanners, leave."

"Troutstep, we can't go much futher. Our queens, kits and elders are tired and many have fevers from travelling in the freezing storm" meowed Foxwing. The pale grey tabby tom stopped in his tracks. A sudden spot of light bursted over the foggy mountains.

"Alright, I can see a small cavern where we shall rest" meowed Troutstep. Foxwing nodded and padded to the leading warriors. He ushered them in. Troutsplash sighed and stared at the sun. However, he could see a star, oddly at sun-high.

"Is that you, Larkstar? Watching over us in the day?" he asked the sky. The star twinkled brightly, before disappearing.

Did you like it? It was just the Prololgue, so it can be short. Anyway, I hope you have a nice day/night. Marbleclaw.