Broken Hearts

Prologue
The sky turned red as the setting sun set fire to the sky. Pinks and yellows, blues and purples. Yet there was always red, waiting on the horizon. It is like that with war. Always waiting, ready to strike. The kind that had almost destroyed the Clans so many moons ago. It wasn't until then the Clans truly respected Riverclan. Starclan never knew there was danger. Until it struck.