So I am creating a new story! This time, unlike with my other stories, I planned in detail what will happen each chapter, although things are still subject to change. So thanks for reading, and be sure to review and give me your feedback! I'll need all the help I can get to make this what I want it to be. Thanks!

The land at Fourtrees was dark and silent except for a single gust of wind which blew softly through the trees, gently rustling the leaves on the majestic trees. The moon hung high above, a dazzling spectrum of light and beauty, casting its glow upon the clearing between the four trees. In that moonlit clearing, a single cat with stardust glittering on her pelt appeared. She was soon followed by another, and then more, until four StarClan cats were shimmering there, each one representing their Clan.

"We have gathered here this night to witness the coming of another prophecy," announced one of the cats, thunder and lightning crackling upon her starry pelt. She drifted forward until she was facing the Great Rock, which stood, proud and tall, in the center of the clearing, catching much of the white moonlight on its surface. An image appeared on the face of the rock, depicting a young silver she-cat whose eyes were closed as she slept soundly. Then she opened them enough for a small sliver of bright blue to be revealed before they were sealed tight again. She slept in a den with other cats nearby, although their forms were indistinctive and seemed to melt into one another as if a thick fog had settled around the silver cat.

The starry cat turned from the image to face the other StarClan cats. "She is the one the prophecy speaks of. She is of my birth Clan, ThunderClan, although the prophecy affects all of the four Clans in the forest." The three cats representing the other Clans, one of them whose fur was dark and shadowy, another's rippling like the waves of the river, and the last cat's fur blowing as if a heavy gust of wind were present, nodded solemnly at this.

"Tell us this prophecy," they chanted in unison. "Tell us this prophecy that shall grip the four Clans of the forest."

The cat with the crackling pelt closed her eyes for a heartbeat, and then opened them again. A blinding white aura glowed like white fire in them now as if her eyes had become the moon. Her fur crackled and boomed with more intensity than before. Her eyes remained open, never blinking, as she recited the prophecy given to her:

"A wave of darkness is coming," she roared, her voice like thunder. "It shall seize the Clans, and turn them against one another. There will be slaughter, there will be rage, there will be grief, there will be insanity. This great terror is known only as…the Plague.

However, beyond the territories of the Clans, hidden within the unlikeliest of places, there lays a single herb that will cure this disease. The herb is pure and unique, and knows its destiny. The Thundering Cat of Medicine must fine this cure, and bring it back to the Clans, for it is the only way to put a stop to the Plague before it consumes the Clans forever."

"The Plague, the Plague," meowed the four StarClan cats. "It is coming, it shall come…" And then they faded away, leaving nothing but a faint glitter of stardust left at Fourtrees.