A milky white and grey she-cat sat in a clearing looking at the stars. A black and white tom stepped our of a den, cries of grief came from inside.
     "Willow is dead so are three of her kits but one lives, she named her Sky." The tom mewed.
  "Milkpaw don't worry, she is safe with Brightpool."
   "It's not the kit I'm worried for. It's her destiny that frightens me." Milkpaw sighed. Even now she can't protect her friend's kit from harm.
   She turned around and faced the tom.
  "Troutfang, please tell Ripplestar to meet my mentor and I in the medicine cat's den." He nodded and padded away to the leader's den.
   Milkpaw made her way to her den.
   She waited with Berrytail.
A grey she-cat entered the den, a worried look stamped across her face.
   "Troutfang sent me, what is it?" She looked at them.
   "Willow is dead and so are three of her new born kits. One lives but her destiny is dark." Milkpaw answered in a low voice. Their leader nodded in sadness.
   "Skykit has a prophecy. And it said, the leaf of the willow tree will fall if the Sky's light goes out."
       She looked at her leader, her eyes grim. "Skykit is destined for something in the future, I am sure Willow is part of the prophecy to even in Starclan I just don't know what it is yet." She hung her head. Ripplestar placed her tail on the apprentice's back. "It'll come in time, young one. Don't give up." She said trying to comfort the medicine cat. "Berrytail, stay with me in here for just a moment and Milkpaw, go see the kit. Just watch her. She will grow up strong like her mother." She said with a soft tone.
          Milkpaw nodded and left the crammed den and went to the nursery. She enter to the smell of blood. She frowned when she saw Willow's lifeless body curled up like she was sleeping. The three dead kits at her stomach. The other was mewing at Brightpool's side. Milkpaw smiled as the kit stumbled to her feet and turned her head towards the apprentice. "Hello, little one. You look so much like your mother." She whispered to the kit with a pang of grief in her heart. "I'm so sorry Willow..." she looked at her friend's body and walked over to it. She sat next to her and bent her head down. She stood vigil. "Milkpaw, come over here my kit." Brightpool said quietly. The she-cat got up from her spot and padded over to her mother. "Look at the kit, she is Willow's and now your sister. Treat her like a sister and protect her like you did Willow when she entered Riverclan." Her mother said soothingly. She looked at the small kit with happiness. She will grow up to be a great warrior. Milkpaw thought. Sky got up and crawled to her paws and nuzzled them. She let out a meow of laughter and licked the kits head.
          The apprentice got up and gave her mother a nod. She left the den an prepared herbs for the kit and the dead cats. "Need help?" a voice sounded behind her and she turned to see her father looking into the den. "Troutfang! Yes, can you gently bring Willow and the kit's bodies out to the center of camp?" "Of course." Tom nodded and turned towards the nursery. Milkpaw looked up throught the crack in the den at the stars. This is only the beginning.

Ya I know it is short but it is the prologue. there will be more in the next chapter, don't worry! -Time Lord