"Thistle, thorn, moon, and stone, the universe in blood and bone. One can hold the power of all, but the others must fall."

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's going mad!"

"No she is not. She's been blessed," the cats made way for Crackle, the wisest, oldest of the group.

"Look what the tide brought in. The ocean's son joins us at last," one of the cats said.

"Leave her. She and the prophecy must both drown in the waves, so it comes true," Crackle said. "StarClan has blessed her." One of the youngest of the group, Jackal, nervously approached Crackle.

"She's my sister. I won't let you hurt my sister," he growled, "she's too young to die."

"Jackal, she's already dead. It's an echo, she's just a speaking corpse," Crackle hissed. "We must leave now, before the cavern fills. Come. Let us return to the clan." Crackle paused, and looked up to the open hole in the ceiling. "CoastClan."

Sorry it's so short! I promise I'll keep the chapters longer.

Prologues are just so hard to write.