Hello! This is a story both Ateriole and I (Amph) are working on, but as Ateriole can't get onto the site ATM, I'm posting. I just want to say first off, we do not own Warriors or any of its characters. I would also like to say that we hope you enjoy this! :) So please, read and review. Negative review accepted, how else do you learn to improve?! Note- the time setting is supposedly just after the end of the Power of Three series.

Chapter 1

In the misty glow of a secret passageway, whispers of ancient dreams and prophesies echoed, traveling trails of light to and from the damp walls. Protecting the cavern, a magnificent shimmering waterfall sent drops of water trickling in to the stone foundation. Though the cave was not very large and the rushing water resounded in a loud echo, it could not drown out the voices of cats left in the past, though their secrets were caged in the stone of the cavern walls. A cat still kept from the past, sat on the cool stones eyes closed, ears intently listening to the stories from the past. Stories that may well help preserve the future of her clan.

She sat quietly hoping for the voices to join, as they always would to speak. Each was its own whisper, but one voice. Every hair on her pelt stood on end, as the voices washed over her in prophecy.

Gradually, she saw another cat, pelt the color of an early night sky with a dark midnight blue marking. A falling star…

"Echosong!" another voice jerked her from her vision. Patiently, the she-cat opened her eyes and turned to the cat who called her name.

"What is it Gleampaw?"

The small younger she-cat answered quickly, "One of the kits fell while trying to climb atop the nursery!"

"Mousedung!" Echosong spat. "What possesses them to do such things? It was Squirrelkit wasn't it?" Before Gleampaw could answer, Echosong swept past her towards the nursery.

Pebblefrost was anxiously licking Squirrelkit when Echosong arrived. "Get off me! I'm fine!" The kit was shrieking, but the worried queen wouldn't let her up.

"Pebblefrost," Echosong said softly," I can't look at Squirrelkit, if you're on top of her." The white grey dappled queen scrambled off, letting the kit up. She promptly pounced over to the medicine cat. "Hi, Echosong!"

"Hello," the medicine cat stared at the kit.

"What's up?" Squirrelkit did not seem at all disturbed by Echosong's reaction.

"Squirrelkit," she began, trying to sound as stern as she could, "Do you realize what kind of danger you just got yourself into?"

The kit tried to be polite; rather than ignoring the question, she answered weakly, "The kind where you die?"

Echosong nodded, "Yes. Like pigs, we don't fly. And attempting to do such a thing will make you go all the way to Star clan." She turned her head to point her nose to the stars. She looked back at the now very subdued kit. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Echosong," Squirrelkit said quietly, then turned and padded back to the nursery.

"Thanks Echosong," said Pebblefrost, and she followed her kit.

As soon as the two were gone, Echosong went straight back to the whispering cave hoping to see the rest of the vision. She didn't know why, but she desperately wanted to see his face. But, though she waited all day, the whispers never joined.

A lone cat dragged himself down a narrow ravine. Cliffs rose sharply to either side of him, yet he could smell other cats. They would help, if only he could make it to them in time. At least he hoped they would. His pale grey-blue coat was now a dull brown from the mud and dirt caked to it which he was too tired to wash off.

'Maybe,' he thought, 'maybe they wouldn't drive him off this time. Maybe he'd finally have a home. Maybe…' but he wasn't really hopeful. He glanced up at the blazing sun. A full sun, to be followed by a full moon tonight. He sighed and trudged on. He just had to find those cats.

The sunset made the barn appear blood red, triggering memories from a pitch black cat's past. A bloody battle. Tigerclaw's ravenous appetite for the blood of his clan mates. Scourge's thirst for blood. The blood of a tyrant which would never be forgotten. He lingered outside on the grass, and turned his gaze to the stars. Strangely, he had had a vision. Uncommon for cats who were not trained in the, mysterious ways of Starclan. His vision had emphasized an unproven journey. And for once he now knew. This was his time. Finally, after a long awaited sign, he would return. He saw two cats, one pale grey like an early dawn, the other a darker grey-blue. As they turned as if to lead him towards the setting sun, he saw a dark blue star on the tom's pelt. Then, the two faded, leaving only the starry footprints of the tom, which faded away in time.

"Ravenpaw!" he heard his good friend call, "Come on! It's getting dark. Come inside."

"Look! The only reason I helped Wildflower was because she was kitting and if I had moved her she might not have made it," a ginger tom with black stripes meowed, trying to keep himself calm."Yeah right!" another tom who seemed to be a rival of the prior's, scoffed. "You gave her something nasty and now her mate Frogleg is complaining that it was me that gave it to her!" he finished with an emphatic snarl.

"Well, why didn't you tell him that I gave it to her and that it saved her life?!!"

"Unless it happens on Marshclan territory, it is none of my business!"

"Even if it means that a cat that was dying was saved by another clan's medicine cat? That's a pretty self-centered approach, Rushtail!"

"Who knows what you gave her? She's in my den coughing and wheezing!"

"It'll wear off! It's just a side-effect…," Flamestripe shrugged.

"Side-effect of what?!"

"Oh, just some herb I was testing."

"And you couldn't have given her a normal herb, why?'

"I wanted to see if it worked on cats."

"You hadn't even tested it?!!!"

"Of course I did. On a mouse."

"WHAT??!!"

"Both of you stop it!" Flamestripe's deputy Floodrain yowled at the top of her lungs to be heard.

"But he's trying to poison my cats again!" Rushtail protested. Floodrain growled at him, and he backed away. She wasn't Shorestar's deputy for nothing. She whirled on her smug looking medicine cat.

"Why are you experimenting again?"

"Well...I..," he stammered.

"No more. I've told you a hundred times- no experimenting. One of these days you're going to bring shame on all of Waveclan."

Grumbling, Flamestripe turned away, though not before gingerly picking up an unidentified bundle. Floodrain must not have seen him because she turned from him and headed towards Shorestar's den. The Waveclan leader seemed to have been expecting her.

"Hello, Floodrain. Any news that won't utterly bore me?" the tortoiseshell tom asked wryly.

"Well you might like to know that our medicine cat is doing more experiments and has tested one on an unaware Marshclan queen who happened to be kitting in our camp."

"What are the side-effects this time?" Shorestar winced.

"Um. Coughing and wheezing, Shorestar."

"Maybe we should exile this medicine cat…"

"You can't be serious, Shorestar! You cannot punish a medicine cat!" Floodrain reminded him.

"Mousedung."

A ragged, stone-colored cat sat alone among the jagged formations of partially eroded rocks and the calm pools that reflected the moonlight upon his face. He frowned at one of the pools, rippling due to an outside disturbance. Turning to the cave's entrance, he called, "Send in Stormfur and Brook!"

He turned back to wait in the peaceful stillness. Suddenly, it was shattered by jabbering sounds, and he was being poked by many paws. The Stoneteller spun around cheerily. "Hello Pond, Falls, Sea. What are you doing?"

Sea padded forward in a most dignified manner, which was uncharacteristic of a kit. "We want to know what the fuss is all about!" he mewed loudly.

Pond left Falls' side and calmly apologized for Sea's obnoxious behavior.

"And what about you, Falls?" the Stoneteller asked kindly, but the third kit shrank back, unspeaking.

At that moment, Stormfur and Brook swept into the cave. Within seconds, Brook had rounded up all of her kits, and was standing next to Stormfur. "What is it Stoneteller?"

"I have received a message for you. You are to follow the black star."

"A black star?" Stormfur asked. "What is that?"

"I do not know, but that is the message."

When the two cats left Stoneteller and their kits were nestled safely in the bedding within the cave, Brook turned to Stormfur, worry written all over her face.

"Does this mean we have to leave the Tribe?" she whispered, holding in her fears of the journey. Stormfur did not nod, but calmly answered his mate, "Perhaps, but only for a short time."

Brook looked down at the sandy colored rock beneath her, "We will have to leave Pond, Falls, and Sea. Won't we?"

Stormfur admired her understanding of the danger involved in the trek and how the two of them could not expose their kits to that danger.

"Yes. It would be too dangerous…"

Behind him, hidden in the bushes and moss, Sea sat listening. So his parents were going to leave. Well, Sea was just going to have to come along.

The Thunderclan medicine cat sat hunched beside his brother, inside of his den. His extra keen ears picked up every irate word Brambleclaw yowled at Squirrelflight. So many horrible accusations, and yet the ginger queen didn't fight back.

"I always thought things were strange around those three's birth, but I trusted you! You could have told me; I wouldn't have cared. I still would have cared for them like they were mine. But instead, you lied to me. and now your sister's twisted daughter had shamed the entire clan! Why?! Answer me!"

Jayfeather winced as he felt Squirrelflight's head jerk to the side under the force of Brambleclaw's blow. Brambleclaw didn't wait for her to recuperate. As he dealt her another blow, Squirrelflight collapsed onto the ground, her heart seeming more intact than her body. When Brambleclaw sighted Firestar, it was much too, late.

"Brambleclaw!"

The dark tabby tom looked past his leader, as if trying to reassure himself that this was a nightmare he could wake up from.

"Brambleclaw!" Firestar meowed sharply. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Don't go there!" the deputy hissed. "You know very well, what has caused this!" The tom moved towards Firestar menacingly, with dangerous passion.

"Your daughter," he yowled, "is a crowfood-eating liar! She has broken not only the warrior code, but also the code of confidence between mates!" Hurt filled Brambleclaw's eyes. "She lied to me," he mewed barely above a whisper, "and she lied to you, both her leader and her own father!" He stole a hateful glance at the worn out shadow of Squirrelflight. The she-cat didn't even look up, though she heard every word and felt every thorn. The ginger tabby finally spoke up, her voice soft and mournful.

"Firestar, I'll leave. Maybe that will make up for my past mistakes. Please Firestar, let me leave."

"No!" her father said. "I've already lost your sister. I won't lose you. Go to Jayfeather." Firestar swiveled to return to his den, only to find Brambleclaw blocking his path.

"Only one of us can stay." The dark tom hissed. With that, he stalked out of the camp.

n\a- Alright! Hope you like it so far. If so, Review! Please tell us! If not, review anyway! What don't you like? What do we need to change?