The Fallen Clans

Prologue
The wind whispered as it wove it's way through the leaves in the misty forest. Leaves spun with the leave, trailing after the mob of cats making there way through the land. The cats were silent, besides the faint pitter-patter of their paws. The near silence was deafening. As the cats finally emerged to their destination, they all hopped to their own place. They were in a huge clearing, with a towering stone looming over them and a huge pool in the center. Perched on top of the rock was a tortoiseshell she-cat with bright, green eyes. Every single cat had stars mixed into their pelts.

"Speckledstar!" A cat amongst the crowd yowled, "Why have you bright us here?"

All eyes turned to the leader atop the stone.

"I have brought you here as our only chance to discus our only hope." Speckledstar responded in a motherly tone.

There were yowls and cries of anger and anguish.

"What happened to the Clans, it was so perfect!"

"If there was any hope it would have happened now?"

In the center of the crowd, a small, snowy white apprentice whispered, "Is there really a chance?"

All gazes followed the small apprentice.

Smiling down at the young cat before her, "Yes, little one. There is hope."

"Then tell us!" Several cats chorused.

Speckledstar sprang from the stone, and she trotted up to the pool. She touched her nose to the pool, squeezing her eyes shut.

The pool rippled, and as the she-cat drew away, a figure appeared on the murky water.

"She is our last hope," Speckledstar murmered.