Summary: Wolfpaw is just an average apprentice of WindClan, or so she thought. Now she would discover that there is more to this world then she have ever dreamed of knowing. What would happen when strange occurrences begin happening in the Clans?-Layla has always thought she was a nobody in her home town of Trunswick until she receives a spirit animal. She is transported to Greenhaven where she meets the Four Fallen and learns about this new threat rising in the wild reaches of Amaya.

Note: Conor, Abeke, Meilien, Rollan and Layla will have their own chapters. Wolfpaw will be the only Clan cat with her point of view told. This might change as the story progresses.

Hi there! I've decided to do a Spirit Animals/Warriors crossover. It's my first time doing a crossover and my first time writing something that pertains to Spirit Animals. Bear with me as I learn how to do this and write this. Though if there are questions that pertain to either Spirit Animals or Warriors, I'd be happy to answer them. Though I'm only just finished reading Broken Ground in the Fall of the Beasts series for Spirit Animals. So this will take place after The Evertree. The Wyrm will not apply here.

Prologue

A wiry, light brown she-cat stood in a clearing filled with starlight. The starry moor reminded her of her home. Pushing the thought away, wondering if these cats can read her mind, she raised her gaze to meet whoever was going to give her the next life.

The she-cat let out a grief-filled purr as a ginger and white tom padded over with green eyes. "Flamestar! Your clanmates miss you."

"I know," the tom meowed. Flamestar touched his nose to the she-cat's. "With this life I give you determination, use it well when leading your clan through tough times." The she-cat let out a hiss of pain as pain followed through her. She felt grief, loss, love, happiness and in the center of it all determination to do what is right. Pain seared her flanks and sides as battle after battle was fought and a yellow she-cat appeared, her lips curled back in a snarl as she leapt forward. The awe and wonder of meeting Starclan for the first time. The love for a certain black she-cat and three tiny kits. Then it was over, and the she-cat braced herself for the giving of her next life.

Her eyes widened as a fiery ginger warrior came over.

"Mousewind, with your eighth life, I give you perseverance. Use it well when aiding your clan and following through with tough decisions." The tom touched his nose to her head. The she-cat's claws dug into the grassy terrain and gritted her teeth as pain shot through her. She felt numerous battles and hardships. The struggle and despair of a tortoiseshell lying beside a bramble bush with a single wound to her neck. She felt the uncertainty when a haze of heat seared her flank as she crouched on a ledge in the ravine as a tree crashed down in front of her. Blinking her eyes, the pain disappeared, and the tom padded back to the ranks of the starry cats.

One more life left to go. How can she bear to receive one more? Mousewind wondered as a silver tabby tom padded over. As he came closer, Mousewind could smell the herbs on his pelt though his eyes were focused and determined. He was also…blind?

"Who are you?" Mousewind asked, tilting her head.

The tom didn't respond. Instead he placed his nose between Mousewind's ears. "With your ninth life, I give you courage to face your destiny, wherever it may take you." As the life flowed through Mousewind, she saw nothing but darkness. She could feel the uncertainty and wonder as the thoughts of seemingly different cats flowed through her mind. She could feel the worry with some cats went off to battle. The grief when cats' thoughts stopped coming in.

"Are you Jayfeather?" Mousewind asked, recovering from the life. The tom just nodded.

"You are now, Mousestar!" Jayfeather meowed, raising his voice to chant with the other members of Starclan.

Suddenly a fierce wind blew up, carrying with the scent of blood as it tugged on Mousestar's fur. She had to dig her claws into the earth to stay put as the wind grew stronger. The clearing suddenly went dark, as if a cloud was covering the moon, and images began to swirl in front of Mousestar. A black and white animal with silver eyes, next to a wiry young twoleg, who was clutching something in her hands.

A big dog with blue eyes stood next to a short young twoleg, clutching something long and hooked at the end. At least, Mousestar thought it was a dog. It was much fluffer and a longer snout with sharp, intense eyes. The ears were pricked and the animal had broad paws. The image faded away and Mousestar flattened her ears as a loud screech seemed to come in all directions.

She crouched in fear as a falcon with amber eyes suddenly swooped down towards her, seemingly out of nowwhere, while another young twoleg called desperately for the bird.

She stood up shakily when the imagine disappeared. It was soon replaced by a twoleg raising her hand. In a flash of light, a golden leopard leaped out, violet eyes brimming with excitement and determination.

Mousestar blinked as the leopard leapt towards her, and found herself beside a pool of water. It reflected the dawn sky as the sun rose to begin a new day. Raising shakily to her paws, Mousestar turned to the white she-cat sitting beside her. "Let's go home," Mousestar meowed. The she-cat nodded, her amber eyes betraying her worry, but followed her leader as they headed back to the moor.

What do you think so far?