Yo, yo, yo! Shimmerstar here with a fantastical new story! Holla!

WARNING: Set after "Shimmers in the Shadows", contains spoilers! (However, you could probably still read it without reading the last one. If you do and have any questions, feel free to PM me or ask in reviews!)

DISCLAIMER: Erin Hunter owns Warriors, not me

ALLEGIANCES:

THUNDERCLAN:

Leader- Shimmerstar- silver tabby she-cat with black markings and blue eyes (mother to Wolfkit- silver tom with black paws and icy blue eyes, and Firekit- rusty orange she-cat with blue eyes)

Deputy- Spiderleg- long limbed black tom with a brown under belly and amber eyes

Med Cat- Jayfeather- Gray tabby tom with blind blue eyes. Apprentice- Leopardpaw

Warriors-

Brackenfur- golden brown tabby tom

Cloudtail- long haired white tom with blue eyes

Thornclaw- golden brown tabby tom

Birchfall- light brown tabby tom

Berrynose- cream- colored tom

Hazeltail- small gray and white she- cat

Mousewhisker- gray and white tom

Lionblaze- golden tabby tom with amber eyes. Apprentice- Tigerpaw

Foxleap- reddish tabby tom

Toadstep- black and white tom

Rosepetal- dark cream she-cat

Blossomfall- tortoiseshell and white she-cat

Bumblestripe- very pale gray tom with black stripes

Poppyfrost- tortoiseshell she-cat

Sorreltail- tortoiseshell and white she-cat with amber eyes

Icecloud- white she cat with dark blue eyes

Lilyclaw- dark tabby she-cat with white patches

Seedfall- very pale ginger she-cat

Foxclaw- dark ginger she-cat with black markings and green eyes. Apprentice- Swiftpaw

Shadefrost- dark gray tom with black stripes and amber eyes

Blazingsun- ginger she-cat with feathery fur and green eyes

Mistpool- silver tabby with green eyes

Queens-

Ivypool- silver and white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes (mother to Owlkit- cream brown tom with darker markings and green eyes, and Cherrykit- tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes)

Daisy- cream, long furred she-cat from horseplace

Apprentices-

Tigerpaw- white, black-striped tom with blue eyes (half-deaf)

Swiftpaw- tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes

Leopardpaw- blue-gray she-cat with amber eyes

Elders-

Purdy- plump tabby formerly a loner with a grizzled muzzle

Graystripe- long haired gray tom

Dustpelt- dark brown tabby tom

Sandstorm- pale ginger she-cat with green eyes

Prologue:

"Were we wrong?"

The blue-gray she-cat sighed deeply, closing her deep blue eyes in frustration. Despite this, she answered in an even tone, "not entirely. She might not have been the savior we expected, but she leads the Clan well."

"And… What of her sister? And her son?"

"We will watch and monitor both carefully. Especially the son. He can never be trusted alone, under any circumstances. Am I clear?" she answered strictly, expression hardening.

Nodding, the white she-cat murmured, "there are dark times coming. If the allegiance of either is not won, all could be lost." Her green eyes flashed as she looked up at her, body tense. "Is it time?"

Bluestar flicked her ears and replied, "Yes. Go to Jayfeather."

With a brush of her tail, Snowfur whisked off, leaving her sister without another word or breath.

She sprinted ahead, dodging through the oaks of Starclan with experienced ease. Frosty mist sparkled and swirled in her wake as she went, leaving a trail of pawprints embedded in the snow-like powder.

Pulling back to a slow trot, she surveyed her surroundings, her green eyes finally falling upon a clear pool of water.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged in, paws churning. Rather than bubbles or fish, starlight swirled around her, carrying her deeper and deeper; and farther from the edge.

For a moment, she floated absently, eyes closed in the bliss of the moment. She was forced out of her trance-like state when her paws hit solid ground, jolting her back into reality, however twisted it was.

She slowly opened her eyes again, taking in the shadowy forest, lit by the clear, bright light of the moon and stars. With a brisk determination, she padded forward, all caution or doubt she might have had left behind.

Forgotten sounds of the alive forest filled her ears and mind, bringing her confidence.

Up ahead, another cat of Thunderclan, though not dead, wandered through the same forest, marveling at the sight. His blind blue eyes stretched wide as they, impossibly, took everything in.

His ears pricked as the sound of a branch snapping echoed through the trees, interrupting the singing of the birds and the wonderful swaying of the branches in the wind.

He grumbled in annoyance to himself, ears pinned to the back of his head. What could they possibly want now? Growling, he continued on, his irritation growing as his eyes met Snowfur's.

"Greetings, Jayfeather," she mewed smoothly, noticing his frustration.

He muttered something darkly to himself, but replied, "Greetings, Snowfur. What does Starclan need from me now?"

"Nothing necessarily from you," she answered, laughing. Though there was mirth in her voice, the medicine cat sensed a darker, more sinister meaning behind it.

Picking this up, he cautiously meowed, "is there something wrong?"

She gazed steadily at him, eyes becoming misty and distance. For a moment, her looks well defied her age. A steady, sudden breeze ruffled her white coat.

"The howl of a wolf will bring death if swayed by evil's call. Sickness will prey upon minds, causing many to fall . Unless the light is uncovered, none will survive the darkness at all."

As if her spirit were returning back to her, her body jerked back, leaving her breathing heavily and gasping for air.

By the time she had finished, Jayfeather was bristling with fear, claws unsheathed as they dug into the earth. "A prophecy?" he finally asked, more to himself than Snowfur.

The white she-cat merely stared blankly at him, green eyes dull, before disappearing from sight. However, despite her absence, a gentle voice whispered softly in his ear, "Beware, Jayfeather. There are forces more powerful than even the Three. Watch where you step, and always check behind you."

Then the voice was gone, though the eeriness of the words had only just begun to set in. He considered making a smart remark about her final sentence, but thought better of it. There were much more pressing things to think about.

He began to pad away, but this time there was no bird song. No swaying of the trees. No scuttling of prey. Only an unnatural silence that had a distinct sound of its own.

Slowly, he felt darkness press in around him. His eyelids became heavy with exhaustion, and he grudgingly gave way to his body's demand for sleep.