Introductions

Prologue
''A young warrior with stars in her fur padded softly through a dense greenleaf forest. The full moon was shining silver on the smooth ground.''

''She was looking for a particular cat, though she had never met him. Suddenly a small, pale tabby appeared in front of her.''

''"Looking for someone, Windspirit?" asked the tabby.''

''"W-who are you?" she stammered. "H-how do you know my name?"''

''"You've certainly heard of me," he said, settling on a patch of moss. "Mostly the nursery stories. He killed one of his own warriors, led his Clan into darkness, starting the reputation of IceClan as heartless killers."''

''"L-l-littlestar?" The young warrior cautiously approached him. He laughed a bit.''

"Yes. Now, remember that legends never tell the whole truth. All of the humiliation, all of the heartbreak, all of the love that I felt get glossed over. The stories just love to paint a cat as evil from the start, ignoring the deeper story of how they got that way. How'd you like to hear the parts the nursery tales leave out?"

''The young warrior thought for a bit. It was what she had been about to ask him anyway.''

"Yes, I think so."

''"Well, sit down here. Don't worry- I wouldn't hurt you, even if I could." Windspirit settled down nervously. The old IceClan leader thought for a bit about how to begin.''

"Well," he said, clearing his throat and tucking his paws under his chest, "I was just a young warrior. Littleclaw was my name back then..."