Prologue

Hi. Welcome to Storm of the Heart. I don't own Warrior cats.

Screeches of cats filled his ears. Their pain filled wails made him sick to his stomach. The world around him was black, and he could only struggle through the darkness. He found himself able to make out some of the cries.

"So it was you all this time..."

"This is all YOUR fault!"

"No, not like this... Please... NO!"

"I just want all of the pain to end..."

"You... Hate me...?"

"I'll miss you..."

"Where is he?! Where- Oh Starclan no...!"

He continued to sprint through the blackness, trying to black out the screams. He didn't want to listen anymore. He wanted the crying to stop... But a single call still echoed in his head.

"I'll bring this all to an end."

Redstripe's eyes shot open, and he sat up with a gasp. He took a few moments to regain his breath, gasping for air in the darkness of his den. He quickly glanced around at his surroundings... He was still in the Medicine den... It was a dream. The ginger tabby stared at his paws, remembering the screams from his dream with a horrified shudder.

A... Dream...? He thought... Hoped... Then a voice called out, crushing all hope that it was a simple nightmare.

"Now my dear Redstripe, you of all cats should know that it was no dream." A voice said, and Redstripe's head shot up, recognizing the voice.

"Dawntail!" He gasped. He had only seen her a few times since her passing seasons ago, but he instantly recognized her creamy colored pelt, glittered now with stars.

"Hello my dear." Dawntail smiled brightly and she took a few paw steps closer to him.

"What's happening? That was a vision right?" Redstripe asked, trying to keep his voice level. He hadn't felt this terrified in... Well, probably since he first became the sole medicine cat.

"Oh my, can't your old mentor just pop in? (But yes)" Dawntail muttered, rolling her eyes. A mischivious smirk came across her face. "Honestly though, why can't you ever be happy to see me? Say how much you miss me, how appreciate me, declare your lo-"

"NO!" Redstripe cat her off with an annoyed shout. His pelt was ruffled and he was clearly flustered. "Ugh, even in death you haven't changed. Just tell me what the vision means!" He hissed. It was just like her to waste time joking around when they were pressed for time.

"Fiiiine..." Dawntail huffed, closing her eyes in disappointment. "(Spoil sport)" she muttered under her breath. She took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, which now has a serious and somber glint. "A storm is coming my dear. If it isn't stopped, the clans will be destroyed."

Redstripe's eyes widened in shock.

"A storm?" He asked. His pelt pricked with fear, his annoyance at her from a few moments ago disappeared. How can a storm be that powerful? He remained quiet as Dawntail continued.

"Sorrow and anger shall unleash it. Only the love that birthed will be able to stop it."

"The love that- What in Starclan does that mean?!" Redstripe demanded. Was this a prophesy, or simply a warning? What does she mean be "love"?

"You will understand in time. I'm sorry but I must return now." Dawntail said, as she turned and began padding away. "Take care my dear..." Her voice echoed.

"Wait!" Redstripe called, darting to his feet, prepared to chase her down before she faded, but he froze when he heard shuffling from the nest nearby, followed by a tired yawn.

"Redstripe? What's wrong?" A small black-and-white she-cat asked. She sat up in her nest, yawning heavily. She was known to able to sleep through even the loudest storms, so he must have been making a lot of noise to wake her up.

Redstripe stared quietly at the empty space that Dawntail had stood just moments ago. She had already faded back to Starclan. He took a breath before answering.

"Nothing Darkpaw... Go back to sleep." He sat down again, quietly processing this new information. A storm that can destroy the clans? How can "love" stop something that powerful?