The Eleventh Moon

Prologue
A shooting star flew through the sky nearby the LondonClan camp. If you looked closely enough, you would realise that it was, in fact was not a star at all. No, you would see a cat, half hanging off a burning, rounded rock. Then, you would notice that the rock was not a rock, but a ship. And that the cat had lost control of his ship. The cat could be seen to be straining his paw towards a short, smooth stick. Which would turn out to be some sort of device.

The cat extended a claw, and hooked it into a notch in the stick. The ship appeared to regain some control, enough for the cat to leap up and disappear into the opening of the rock. Then the rock hurtled out of control again. It spun and spiraled down, leaving a trail of smoke. The ship neared the ground, and the cat braced himself.

The ship crashed right in the center of the LondonClan camp.