Here is my newest story, concerning Berrynose, Hazeltail, Mousewhisker, Honeyfern, Poppyfrost, and Cinderheart. It basically ties in with the Power of Three, like the same things happen and stuff, but it's from the six's POVs, and they have their own powers. It will end completely different from the real Warriors series, however, because, of course, they'll need to fulfill their prophecy, which will never happen in the real series, so...Anyway, the allegiances are exactly the same as The Sight, so I don't think I need to put that on here. Enjoy...The Power of Six!

A blue-gray she-cat stared into a pool of water, watching wearily as Lionpaw practiced battle training, Hollypaw practiced hunting, and Jaypaw moped around in the medicine cat's den, pawing angrily at herbs.

"Bluestar."

Bluestar turned and saw a white tom. Her neck fur bristled. "Whitestorm, what have you done?" she snarled.

Whitestorm held her gaze evenly. "I did what I believed was right," he meowed quietly.

"Right? Whitestorm, I thought that I taught you better than that!" Bluestar cried. "Apparently, I let too much of Thistleclaw rub off on you before I intervened!"

Now it was Whitestorm's turn to bristle. "Bluestar, this was completely necessary!" he growled. "If I hadn't created that prophecy, the Clans would be destroyed!"

Bluestar swung her head from side to side. "Whitestorm, Whitestorm, you were so much wiser than this! We have enough to deal with already, what with this prophecy that did not come from StarClan. How could three apprentices hold the power of the stars in their paws? I'm sorry that you felt your daughter's kits were not special enough, so you had to go and create a prophecy for them!"

"They're not all Sorreltail's kits," Whitestorm shot back. "And it's not like I gave Sorreltail's kits the happy part of the prophecy, anyway!"

"Please, stop fighting." A small gray tom pushed his way between the two quarreling cats. "Bluestar, what Whitestorm did was necessary. Can't you sense the evil growing in the forest?"

"Yes, but can't the Three take care of that?" Bluestar hissed. "I mean, what else are their powers good for?"

"The Three will need help!" Molepaw insisted. "They can't do it alone."

"So Whitestorm found the need to make a Six?" Bluestar glared at Whitestorm.

"Unless you count Molepaw. That makes a Seven," Whitestorm mewed calmly. "But Molepaw died before the prophecy could come into play, so he doesn't necessarily count. He will just be outside assistance."

"Like that other one of the Six?" Bluestar retorted. "That one you prophesized to kill?"

"I can see that you can't understand this, Bluestar," Molepaw meowed. "But it's too late to stop it. Already the prophecy is beginning to take effect."

Bluestar bowed her head angrily, as Whitestorm watched Molepaw as he recited the prophecy.

"One shall be a fighter,

His brother shall thirst for power.

One shall have great intelligence,

The other will have no future.

One shall have no limits,

Their friend shall live again.

The Time of the Six has come

To bring down the evil or perish."