The Great Clans - Evolution

Part of The Great Clans Series. Go here for more information on the plot, cats, and other stuff...

Prologue
A ginger tom was sitting in a clearing with the stars high above his head.

He was waiting. He was used to it. He had waited during his lifetime. He had waited for this day. He was waiting now for his former leader.

"Firestar," the ginger tom whispered again. "Come on, I have to tell you this."

With the death of Snakestar, ThunderClan's old leader, StarClan was nervous. A leader was dying every moon now, it was becoming a death sentence.

"Please let Lionclaw be a good leader," the ginger tom whispered to himself.

"Is that all you have to say?" a voice asked behind the ginger tom.

The ginger tom gasped and whirled around. "Firestar!" he breathed.

"Lionclaw is Lionstar now," Firestar told the ginger tom. "Why weren't you at the ceremony?"

"I sensed difficulties," the ginger tom muttered, staring at his paws.

Firestar sat, his thin tail flicking back and forth. "What type?"

"Danger," the ginger tom told his old leader. "If this keeps up the Clans will vanish. StarClan won't have a purpose anymore."

"Lionblaze, you know that's not true," Firestar murmured. "We will still be here after many, many seasons."

A gray tom stepped into the clearing. "We'll have to move with the Clans, Firestar," he mewed.

"Jayfeather?" Lionblaze asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Telling you about the prophecy," Jayfeather told Lionblaze dryly.

Firestar seemed to gulp and look nervous.

"There's no poetry to it," Jayfeather began, looking nervous. "Not very much mysteriousness. I'm bad at that."

Lionblaze purred. "We know."

Jayfeather cleared his throat. "A cat will lead his Clan up a hill in dismay. A cat will run back down in excitement."

Lionblaze held back a snort. "You really are bad, Jayfeather."

Jayfeather shrugged modestly.

"Is this what will be?" Firestar asked quietly. He stood up. "Spread the word," he commanded. "A medicine cat must be told."