The blue-silver she-cat sat among a great red rock, staring out into Silverpelt. She wanted only peace and nothing more. Since she had escaped from ShadowClan, peace is all she knew. She was a fairly young cat, and she was very surprised when her ancestors reached out to her with the task of building a clan. It was more of an opportunity than a task, as she was not required to do so. She had already found a place to make her camp. Now what she needed to do was gather cats. 'shouldnt be too hard...' She thought.
   She looked down from her perch on the large rock and sighed. There were coniferous trees as far as the eye could see on one side, and the other side thinned out into a red desert-like area that she had yet to explore. There was a large gorge stretched across it, evidently too long to go around. But there was a somewhat land bridge across the gorge. It looked unstable though, and even a cat as light as herself didn't want to chance it. It just seemed like something an apprentice would do. Although Moonglaze's apprenticeship had ended moons ago, she still felt far too young to start her own clan.
   Either way, she knew that the first thing that she needed to do was find a proper medicine cat. Or was it to scout the area and set borders. She had already made sure the land was uninhabited, but she didn't get around to setting borders. Maybe she needed to find more cats willing to help her. Then she could appoint a medicine cat and a deputy.
   But one question still lingered, how would she get her nine lives? She couldn't find a place that seemed significant enough to use as a connection to StarClan, and nothing seemed to call out to her. There was an eerie cave a little ways away from where she decided the camp would be, but she felt no need to investigate. Perhaps she would do it later.
   The "camp" itself was a large moon-shaped form of rock. It had caves carved out, perfect for dens, and a small pond in the center. It seemed almost unnatural, but it was a perfect location. The only problem was, there was only one way to get in and out of the camp. That had its ups and downs. If there were ever a fire, there would only be one way to flee, but it would be hard for enemies to make a huge ambush.
   To top it off, there was a very high ledge protruding out of the top on the rock formation. It loomed almost over the pond in the  center. 'MoonLedge' was what she wanted to call it. But she would not get to that. She smelled a familiar scent approaching her camp.
   They had followed her. But of course. "Anyone here!?" A gruff voice sounded through the camp as the familiar black Tom made his way into the entrance. "Oh no..." Moonglaze thought out loud from her place on MoonLedge. "Why did you follow me Rockface!?" She called out to his small and insignificant looking figure. A smirk grew across the bigger tom's fave and he flicked his tail. Moonglaze was half conscious of what was happening.
   One thing led to another and she found herself on the hard ground, looking up at a shadow standing on MoonLedge, and the next thing she saw was white.

{A.N.}
WOW. WRITING THAT FELT MORE LIKE A CHAPTER THAN A PROLOGUE. Either way, what did you think? Feel free to leave feedback. Thanks for reading, I'll see you in chapter one!