Where It All Began

The first book from The Rebels!

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Prologue
The stars gleamed on the black sky like dew on a black pelt. The moon covered in mist shone down on a gorgeous clearing in the middle of a lush greenleaf forest. A couple of cats stood over the edge of a moonlit pool, its silver water splashing against the shore.

"What has the Clans come to," whimpered a large, muscular black she-cat, which was unusual for her fiery personality. Her thick, sleek pelt looked unkept and ungroomed, sticking out in all anges. Her green eyes were dull with pain and seemed to be fix on only what she could see.

"I know, Shadow," a silver-gray tabby tom whispered, his usually bright green eyes now dark with grief.

"There must be a way to fix this!" exclaimed a small, brown tabby she-cat, her yellow eyes glinting with understanding and hope many cats were now jealous of.

"And how, Wind?" snapped a large ginger tom, his amber eyes sparking with annoyance. "We can't just come there and fix it! We are dead! Forced to stay here and watch how the Clans come to a total destruction!"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Thunder," warned a pale gray tom, oldest of them all, his son. "There is a way."

"Oh, and what is the way, the great and powerful Sky?" the black she-cat asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Be quiet, Shadow," Sky said firmly. "SkyClan is still a thing and if they can get to the lake, they can help defeat Foxstar."

"But who can possibly lead them to the lake? You know too well how it ended last time they tried to do it," the silver-gray tom noted, worried look in his eyes. Sky's eyes glazed with pain.

"I know, River," he anknowledged, sighing deeply. "I know. But there is a cat that can."

"Who?" Wind asked, her tail twitching impatiently.

"She was just born. And she is the one that can hold the power of the stars in her paws," said Sky, narrowing his eyes.

"Impossible! Dovewing was the third!" exclaimed Shadow, her green eyes large.

"No she wasn't," Sky sighed, shaking his head. "I know it's hard to believe."

"How is she related to Firestar?" asked Thunder, lashing his tail. "That's important."

"She is his great-great-great-great-granddaughter," Sky explained calmly. "She will be the one to lead SkyClan back and get rid of Foxstar."

"We can't put a burden like that on shoulders of a young kit," Wind protested. "She is too young."

"She won't know yet," Sky said simply. "All dismissed." With that, he turned his back to the other cats and padded off into the forest. Thunder left first. Then Wind, and then River, until only Shadow remained. She closed her eyes, whiskers trembling.

That kit had ShadowClan blood. Of course she was strong.

She looked down into the pool, and a vision started forming. A scrawny, creamy brown tabby was curled around two tiny thin kits that suckled milk from her belly. One was bright ginger, while the other one was gray and white.

"It will be a hard path, little one," Shadow whispered, her eyes fixed on the vision. "But I know you will make it." Her voice quivered and grew weaker. "You have to."