PROLOGUE
Bluestar, Tallstar, Crookedstar, and Brokenstar stood up on their respective meeting places, looking up at the stars.
In ThunderClan, an old-gray she-cat sat alone in her deserted clearing, in the shadows, she could hear the stirrings and breathing of sleeping ThunderClan cats in their dens. She sensed a presence as a tortoiseshell cat padded up to her.
“Spottedleaf,” Bluestar of ThunderClan started, “how is Mousefur?”
“Her wounds are deep, Bluestar, “ Spottedleaf of ThunderClan replied, “she is young and strong; she will heal quickly.”
In WindClan, an old lean white and black tom sat in his deserted clearing, the moonlight illuminating the tunnel opening which were currently abandoned. A scruffy brown tom, who he once thought of as his brother, padded up to him.
“Barkface, how is the Clan?” Tallstar of WindClan asked, “they’ve been through alot since they started attacking us.”
“Tallstar, the Clan is strong, and the closest to the stars, we will be okay,” Barkface of WindClan reassured the leader.
In RiverClan, a light brown tabby tom sat in the clearing, moonlight shining onto the reeds that cats intertwined into their dens. He felt the shuffling of shells alerted the leader that a slick long-haired cat was padding up to him.
“Mudfur, how are our warriors?” Crookedstar of RiverClan asked the medicine cat.
“They're doing well, they won the battle for Sunningrocks,” Mudfur of RiverClan replied, “they will heal swimmingly.”
In ShadowClan, a scruffy battle-scarred tom stood in his clearing, sounds of fighting and practicing filling the otherwise silent night, dens were empty as they huddled in the clearing for a celebration. A gray and white lean and sickly tom approached him.
“Our warriors are doing well, Runningnose! All those herbs aren't for nothing I guess!” Brokenstar of ShadowClan rasped with excitement.
“Yes, yes, I am sure they are doing well, most of them don't even have any wounds on them,” Runningnose of ShadowClan replied, a little less enthusiastic.
Spottedleaf, Barkface, Mudfur, and Runningnose all looked up at the sky, at the same time. A shooting star passed through the sky, omens running through the Clans at all the same time. The four medicine cats’ eyes shone with all the might of the Silverpelt.
“Flames and Ice will save the Clans.”