Prologue
A golden cat with striking blue eyes sat down by a waterfall, grooming herself. A brown tom with amber eyes walked over to her.
“Poppyshade, may I join you under the best spot in the camp?”
Poppyshade smiled.
“Of course, what use is Starclan, if you don’t get the best spot.” She teased.
The tom paid no attention to her joke.
“Rainclan, do you think they’ll be okay?” He asked.
Poppyshade’s sparkling eyes went dark.
“I’m sure they’ll be okay. We sent the omens that will warn them of the danger.” She said not looking up at him.
“Your kits, sister, and mate are down there. Don’t you worry?” He asked.
Poppyshade’s eyes hardened.
“Of course I worry for them! I worry everyday about what will happen if they don’t understand, or the tragedy strikes before we can help!” She snarled.
“Thistlesting, you came up here a long time ago! I just got here a few moons ago! My kits had only just left the nursery. I wanted to see them grow up. I wanted to become an elder and watch over my clan! I can’t do that now! The last thing I saw and heard was my mate screeching out, angered and saddened by the rouge that killed me!” Poppyshade explained, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry to have doubted you. I hope Rainclan can interpret our omens before it’s too late.” He turns around swiftly and pads away.
