Prolouge
The wind blew hard and cold across a grassy ridge. A feline shape of a dark ginger feline cast shadows down the hill from the setting sun.
The cat's head was lifted to the sky, gazing bleakly out at the first stars, just now apprearing. It jumped at the sound of a soft tred. A second cat was apprearing, a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with shining dark blue eyes.
"I just heard about the kit from Sagefur," mewed the silver tabby quietly. "Is there really no hope, Flamestar?"
Flamestar turned to face the tabby with shadowed eyes, the setting sun casting shadows on her dark orange fur. "Sagefur was always a fool," she spat. "This kit will change the Clan, twist it until it is never the same, yes, but it will not destory the Clan by itself. Silversplash, this kit will raise the cat who will destory us. The New Evil will rise."
Silversplash took a wary step back. Her dark blue eyes were shadowed with confusion. "So... this kit is not the doom...? How long do we have until The New Evil is born?"
Flamestar shook her head. "I don't know," she murmered. "Hopefully... hopefully long enough to give us time to change the future."
The fear in Silversplash's eyes changed into a flare of anger. "How can you say that?" she snarled. "You know as well as I do, Flamestar, that medleing in the real world is far too risky. And besides, this is a storm that needs to break... without it, all the Clans may be lost to the darkness..."
