Okay, so this is the re-updated version of the prologue! I made several tweaks, including the ending and…turn of events. I will elaborate at the end, but I gave a bit more characterization and edited the 'prophecy' to fit a bit better to the coming plot.

Yes, there is a plot. One I have meticulously spent weeks formulating like the paranoid person I am. In fact, I have 20 chapters –at least- planned out already, if not written out yet.

Anyways, more at the end, but please give this a re-read and let me know what you all think!

Note: I do not own RWBY (Property of Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum) or Warriors (Property of Erin Hunter). I am just a person that is a bit too obsessed with both and am subjecting you all to the resulting madness.

A lone tomcat, solid gray coat and tail neatly wrapped around his paws, sat on a grassy precipice. He kept his back to the pale sunlight as it began to fight the countless gray clouds for control of the skies. Behind him, the grass sloped gradually into a wide open clearing of wild flowers, but the other side dropped off, the cliff-like wall providing shelter and protection to the camp below. The tom's calm gaze shifted as he caught each small movement within the thickly woven boundaries of bramble that strategically circled his companions and their home.

Currently there was a general air of apprehension, brought on by what should be a simple, natural event. But it was close to Leaf-bare, when prey was the scarcest and cats got sick more easily. Several of the natural herbs they collected to treat wounds or illnesses were sparse as well.

Down below, next to a large bramble thicket, a tom, visible only due to his light golden color, paced about anxiously. A few cats sat off to the side of the clearing, silently watching the worried tom. One of them must have said something, as the golden tom paused in his tracks, though only for a moment.

The bramble thicket shook slightly as a young, light gray she-cat slipped out, only to be approached by the golden tom. They exchanged few words before the she-cat jerked past him and ran to the edge of the cliff wall below him, where she quickly vanished into one of the caves that provided more concrete shelter.

The tom observed this from his perch up above them all, just as he did almost every day. Up there, he could see the forest that wrapped all along the east and south; the river that cut along the north, and the edge of mountainous terrain behind him in the west, past the withering wildflowers.

Glancing back down, he caught sight of a tawny she-cat as she slipped from under a large witch-hazel bush, who immediately brought her eyes up to meet his with squinted eyes and a small frown. She always knew to look for him up there, given his affinity for high places. But, after a moment, she waved her tail and looked away, already knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear any of her words.

Instead, the she-cat focused on the golden tom, whose own gaze turned between where the pale gray she-cat had gone and the bramble thicket. The tawny she-cat said something to him, but whatever it was, he hardly seemed to hear, instead slipping right past her and poking his head into the smaller den, tail stiff. The she-cat only shook her head and trotted away, slipping out of the camp through the spot in the bramble wall where the thorns and branches were thinned out into a slim opening.

When she appeared beside him on the hilltop a few moments later, sitting down to his left, the gray tom could still sense the mix of irritation and concern coming from her. She had never been one to hide her emotions well. Observing the bristled fur along her spine only confirmed this.

Seeing that she wouldn't be the one to break the silence, the gray tom took it upon himself, the faintest note of teasing in his voice, "is there something wrong, Moonglade?"

Moonglade gave him a flat stare, before she redirected it downward with a small huff, "I don't know how you can be so calm about all of this, Owlstar. Roseheart wasn't due for at least a few more days, and she's having enough trouble without that fool of a tom shoving his nose in the nursery every few seconds."

Owlstar rested a paw on her side in a calming gesture, "You know Patchwhisker is only worried after what happened with Meadowbrook's kits last moon."

The memory of the distraught queen trying in vain to wake two of her kits brought the two to a respectful silence. What seemed like a simple cough had caused all three of her kits to fall ill. Thankfully, their healer, Palefeather, managed to save the only male of the litter, despite him having been weaker and smaller than his sisters.

Unable to stand the silence, Moonglade quickly moved the subject back to the current events, "first he insists on waking the entire den when Roseheart starts kitting, and now he can't even calm down enough to be of any help! I would suggest that Palefeather give him Chamomile to chew on, but she might try and snap his tail first."

Owlstar twitched his ears as he chuckled softly, despite the atmosphere, "I don't think we'll have to worry about that. Palefeather is…spirited but dedicated to performing her role."

Moonglade lowered her head, "I just hope that Roseheart recovers. She's a great warrior and was like a second mother to Blazepaw. She even helped Patchwhisker when Ra—"

A loud cry of anguish startled the two out of their conversation. A flock of birds took flight from the far fields.

"Oh no…" Moonglade was staring down into the camp again.

Owlstar closed his eyes, only for a moment, before he spun around to follow Moonglade down the hillside. The others needed their guidance now.

It only took them a few minutes, but the camp was utterly silent as Owlstar and Moonglade pushed their way into the clearing.

Almost the entire Clan of cats was lingering about the clearing, having been awoken by Patchwhisker's calls of despair. Some were still blinking the sleep from their eyes, but the scent of grief and death from the bush meant to house queens and their kittens was all they needed to know what had occurred.

As the duo approached, a light gray and white she-cat came forward to meet them half-way. The large white tom she had been sitting beside only raised his head slightly before focusing on the small kit in front of him that tried to follow its mother. He quickly drew the kit back to him, their similar pelts nearly blending together.

"I…I know it's a hard moment for everyone," The she-cat looked down as she spoke, her eyes clouded by grief. "But… I can take the kit. Until it's done nursing at least…"

Owlstar gave a small nod of gratitude, "Thank you, Silvernight. I'm sure Patchwhisker will appreciate that."

Silvernight just looked away, eyes betraying her skeptical feeling, as she hurried back to her kit and mate. Owlstar understood her uncertainty; past events had shown evidence that Patchwhisker wasn't likely to acknowledge anything for a while.

Palefeather met them at the opening to the den. Owlstar could see how much this had affected the normally composed young she-cat.

Keeping her eyes trained on the ground, Palefeather spoke with a flat tone, "I'm sorry, Owlstar. I wasn't able to save Roseheart." Before he could respond, Palefeather quickly slipped past him and Moonglade, heading away from the rest of the cats, where she settled down with her back to them.

Moonglade opened her mouth to call to Palefeather, but Owlstar stopped with a shake of his head, "Give her a minute."

They had a more pressing issue to deal with first, anyway.

Inside, the bush had been meticulously hollowed out to allow multiple cats to have nests. Though the other queens had vacated to give Roseheart some space, the air still seemed so oppressive. Near the back of the den, the golden tom from earlier, Patchwhisker, was laying hunched over a small red, un-moving, she-cat.

Patchwhisker hardly spared a glance toward his leader before he turned to push his head into Roseheart's side. Owlstar tilted his head as he spotted the red little lump of fur that was squeaking and pressing against Roseheart's side.

Poor thing…

"Patchwhisker… She's gone. She's in StarClan now," Moonglade spoke from beside Owlstar, referring to the collection of past warriors that watched over them from the night sky above.

Owlstar nodded, blinking his gratitude for Moonglade's interjection. And, as much as he would mourn for Roseheart, they had to keep focus, for the kit's own safety.

"But you still have a kit that needs to be cared for. Silvernight has offered to care for—"

"Rosekit…Her name is Rosekit." Patchwhisker cut in, not even raising his head to address the leader of their Clan. Only now acknowledging them, he crouched closer to his mate, hiding Rosekit from view in an attempt to keep her warm.

Owlstar hesitated, and shared a glance with Moonglade. Finally the gray tom dipped his head, "If you wish, Patchwhisker. Silvernight has offered to share her milk with Rosekit."

Silvernight, watching from the entrance, slid along the ground in a respectful gesture, pausing as she reached Roseheart's nest.

"Where is she?"

Eyes desolate and bleak, Patchwhisker only leaned away from Roseheart's body to reveal the little red kit, still trying to suckle.

Hesitantly, Silvernight lightly plucked the mewling kit, Rosekit, from her mother's side and slowly padded to her own nest, conscious of Patchwhisker's unblinking stare as she went.

Once she was settled, tail curled around Rosekit, she purred, "Rosekit is a wonderful name, Patchwhisker."

The tom only gave a hitched noise, before he turned away to continue lapping at Roseheart's fur.

Usually very observant, Owlstar only now realized that there was a fifth cat in the den, not counting Roseheart or the newborn.

A long-haired, bright yellow she-cat, younger than all of them but big in size due to her fluffy fur, was staring at the scene with utter despair in her eyes.

"No…"

Moonglade, usually stern, shifted over to allow the young one to pass, tail sliding over her back in an attempt at comfort, "Blazepaw…"

Blazepaw didn't hear the older cat. She swiftly crossed the den in only a few paw steps, and pushed herself into her father's side, who remained unresponsive.

Seeing how crowded the den was getting, Moonglade slipped back out into the clearing, a quiet murmuring in the camp beginning as she explained just what had happened.

"We should move her…"

Owlstar turned back to the grieving family, and even Silvernight began to sit up. It had been Blazepaw that had spoken.

"You know…give her some…air."

A few heartbeats passed.

Then, without waiting for an offer of help, Patchwhisker gripped Roseheart's neck fur in his jaws and, very carefully, hauled her out of the nursery. Blazepaw watched him go, spared a glance at Silvernight and Rosekit, and hurried after him.

The small whispers outside ceased.

Sighing, Owlstar knew he had to go out there. He nodded his thanks to Silvernight before he exited.

Moonglade was in the center of the clearing, but all of the cats that had been listening to her were now watching Patchwhisker, who had laid out Roseheart's body a few meters away. Blazepaw sat a few feet from them, letting him grieve.

But Owlstar noted with a small glimmer of hope that one of Blazepaw's denmates, a nervous and small black cat with torn ears, had made her way over as well, sitting so that their contrasting fur pushed together in comfort.

And a bit further from them, head on his paws, lay another tom, dark gray and wild fur that was coated in older scratches.

Owlstar remained to the side, noting that Palefeather also sat away from the others, near the edge of the camp wall. She kept her eyes down and half-closed, as if in thought.

Moonglade gave a sigh, drawing attention back to her, "this has been a… somber morning for us all. But we need to send out a hunting party. Roseheart would not have wanted us to stop caring for each other."

It was true, the young she-cat was –had been known to always stay positive, doing her work happily and encouraging others to do the same.

"Quickriver," a lean gray tabby tom, whose fur stuck out from an interrupted sleep, got to his paws "please take Hareclaw and Petalpaw out and catch what you can. Try along the southern grove; we haven't hunted there in a while, and prey might be stocking up for the snow."

Quickriver shot to his paws and hurried out of the camp, his energy pumping despite the sudden wake-up call. He was followed by a handsome golden tabby and a smaller black tom with a striking purple mark on his tail. Even in the cloudy dawn light, the bright stain blared through the gloom, a permanent reminder of the black tom's kit-hood.

Moonglade waited for them to depart, before she focused on the rest of the cats, "…Blizzardpelt," the large white tom from earlier, Silvernight's mate, lifted his head to attention, "it would also be best if we sent out a border patrol. We should remark our borders to ward off any creature that might try and take advantage of the…situation." Her voice quieted near the end, ears twitching in the direction of where Patchwhisker sat vigil.

"Take Redflame, Meadowbrook, and Amberpaw. Circle around the camp, starting with the western border and wrapping around to the east. Quickriver's patrol will be along the southern boundary, so prioritize the other three."

The small black cat beside Blazepaw lifted her head, seeming reluctant to leave her friend's side. Blazepaw lightly nudged her and nodded, so she moved away to join Redflame, a bright red she-cat, near the camp entrance.

Before Meadowbrook could join them, the queen shuffled all of the remaining kits back into the nursery to be with Silvernight, stopping her son to nuzzle her forehead to his before she finally followed the patrol.

While this was happening, Blizzardpelt had made his way over to where Palefeather sat, dipping his head to speak to her. From where he stood, Owlstar couldn't make out the words being exchanged, but Palefeather seemed a bit more sullen when the great white tom lumbered away to lead the patrol out of the camp.

"Finally, Wolfbelly, can you entertain the kits? Keep them from bothering Silvernight?"

While the wide-shaped old tom lumbered into the nursery, Owlstar watched at Palefeather silently slipped from the camp.

Flicking his tail to Moonglade, who nodded, Owlstar passed the group of cats that had been closest to Roseheart, and exited the camp as well.

It was easy enough to follow her scent around the outside of the bramble wall, tracing the same path that he had taken earlier. Rounding the sloped corner of the hill that cut the bramble wall off, he spotted Palefeather sitting just at the edge of the field of wild flowers. Her eyes were turned up toward the very distant mountains, trying to see through the gray clouds that blocked out the Sun.

Owlstar sat down beside Palefeather, remaining silent to allow her the first word.

"Owlstar…I failed, I—"

He only twitched his ears as he cut her off firmly, "you didn't fail. Rosekit lives. Your mother even offered to care for her."

When Palefeather didn't respond, he continued, "Roseheart is gone now, yes, but she is with our ancestors. And she knows that you did all you could."

Both cats drew their gazes up to stare at the over-lapping clouds now.

She sighed, "maybe if I hadn't started my training so late, I could have saved her. And Meadowbrook's kits. But…"

"You are just as knowledgeable as any medicine cat can be. And by training as a warrior first, you have the spirit and skills to protect your Clan as well as heal."

"I just wish I had chosen sooner."

"Your father wanted you to be able to defend yourself and serve your Clan," Owlstar gently pointed out.

"Blizzardpelt wants the perfect warrior. Someone to fight and serve and lead the Clan one day. To carry on the bloodline." Palefeather furrowed her brows, still staring ahead. "A medicine cat can't do any of that."

"He seems to support your role now…"

"He has Snowkit now."

She sneered, "I will bring my kin pride, but how I choose. I only hope that Snowkit learns that as well."

She trailed off as she noticed something. Owlstar quickly followed her line of sight.

A small sliver of sunlight managed to peek through the clouds, lighting up a patch of flowers just a small ways away from the two cats. The sudden light caught their attention, Palefeather's in particular.

As if in a trance, the slender gray she-cat got to her paws and slowly approached, Owlstar watching a short distance back.

The medicine cat was sniffing at a beautiful single rose among a patch of yellow marigolds. As they neared, the two cats noticed the something even odder: beside that deep red flower was the unbloomed bud of a second rose.

Owlstar blinked in surprise. Among all of the wildflowers that grew around their territory, he couldn't recall ever seeing a rose that bloomed this late in the year. Let alone two. But he refrained from speaking and a flick of his tail silenced Moonglade as well, his attention on the roses. Above them, the sunbeam shifted, its light shining down onto the roses just as the second began to blossom.

Owlstar took a small step back. It was too unnatural for something like this to happen for no reason. It must be…

Claws digging into the ground, the she-cat blinked slowly and turned toward Owlstar,

"A flower of Summer will bloom to defend against a storm of ash and rage."

A prophecy.

Palefeather staggered, shaking her head to clear the mist from her eyes.

"Owlstar…I don't understand. What's 'Summer' mean?"

He lifted his own gaze.

"It's the kittypet word for 'Green-Leaf'..." He trailed off, only finishing the thought in his head.

And Roseheart's old name.

LIGHTCLAN

Leader: Owlstar (Ozpin) –Sleek solid-gray tom with feathered tail fur

Deputy: Moonglade (Glynda) –pale yellow she-cat with sharp green eyes

Medicine Cat: Palefeather (Winter) –pale gray she-cat with mid-length fur and white spots

Warriors:

Wolfbelly (Port) –elderly heavy-set graying tabby tom with dark colored whiskers framing his muzzle

Quickriver (Oobleck) – tall speckled gray tabby tom with thin legs

Blizzardpelt (Mr. Schnee) –large white tom

Crowtalon (Qrow) –tom with wild long black fur that is littered with scars –mentoring Blazepaw

Patchwhisker (Tai Yang) –russet tom with scars down his white muzzle –mentoring Amberpaw

Hareclaw (Mr. Arc) –short-haired golden tabby tom –mentoring Petalpaw

Redflame (Pyrrha) –beautiful young red she-cat with long fur

Apprentices:

Blazepaw (Yang) –long furred yellow she-cat with unique purple eyes

Amberpaw (formally known as "Blake") –skinny black she-cat with torn ears and amber eyes

Petalpaw (formally known as "Ren") –dark gray tom with a slim pink stripe of twoleg paint staining his tail

Queens:

Meadowbrook (Mrs. Arc) light yellow tabby she-cat –mother of Goldenkit (Jaune), and also caring for Thunderkit (formally known as "Nora")

Silvernight (Mrs. Schnee) –sleek light-silver and white tabby she-cat –mother of Snowkit (Weiss) and now nursing Rosekit (Ruby)

…That happened. Anyways, I spent SO long on this, that it mentally hurt to piece the disjointed sections of the chapter together. I couldn't even use most of the original prologue, because that was the version where Roseheart lived and everything was happy!

Why did I kill her in this redo?

Simple: I originally kept her alive to kill her between the prologue and the first chapter. But I can't do that, as I will already be 'killing off' two characters in the time-skip in the same way I wanted her to go. I really, really didn't want Roseheart to die this way, but I figured that this was as good a way as any to break Tai-yang –Patchwhisker.

Also, I made Winter –Palefeather – the medicine cat because I got the vibe in the show that, while she was very militaristic, she was bound more to her duty than to anything else. I will elaborate on that in the future, maybe. If I ever write a chapter dedicated to that family.

So, please favorite and review to let me know your thoughts! Even if it's just a little encouragement, you don't know how much authors love to get feedback!

Next Chapter: 6 moons (months) have passed and Rosekit is about to be made a warrior apprentice. She'll finally be able to leave the camp and learn about what goes on outside the walls of bramble. Now if only her father would stop worrying.