Hey everyone, this is my first story, so be nice when you review. Did you know this story actually started as a mistake? Yeah, I was talking to my friends and I wanted to say Skyclan's Destiny, but instead I said Starclan's Legacy. So anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! It would mean the world to me!

The wind whipped and tore at the clearing, clawing at the screeching cats.
"TAKE COVER!" at cat yelled as an oak surrendered to the storm, bursting in to flames. The silver tabby watched from the Great Rock, leaping out of the way just in time as the flaming tree crashed into the Four Trees. The clearing was ablaze. Landing on steadily on his paws, he walked strongly through the fighting cats, tasting the air. Windclan had joined the battle. But where was Skyclan? His thoughts were interrupted when something slammed into him, pinning him to the ground. Struggling to face his attacker, he slashed his paws blindly until he saw the cat.
"Ah, Flamefleet of Shadowclan. What interest may I do you?" the silver tabby mewed, smiling.
"Talking won't get you out this mess this time, Claw," Flamefleet snarled. Claw raised his eyebrow. "I really don't prefer that name, Flamefleet. Call me by the name that's really my name instead of the name I was named when I was stripped of my real name." Flamefleet cocked his head. The silver cat signed disappointedly as he heaved himself to his paws. "Leader of Thunderclan, if you mind." Flamefleet growled.

"Try was. They won't be happy to learn that you're back, let alone alive." Turning to the orange tom, Claw smirked. "Last time they saw you, you were limping out of the forest, leaving a trail of blood after you." Flamefleet tried, obviously confused by the silver cat's inability to be fazed. "They all thought you were dead."

"Am I not?" the silver tabby replied. "Oh well. I'm sorry all your cat dreams can't come true. By the way, when did you become so chummy chummy with Thunderclan?" Flamefleet didn't respond. Finally, he said, "I have my reasons." The silver cat was outraged.

"So I get exiled for saving a cat's life that was going to be murdered as a punishment for something she didn't do, and you're still as bright as rain in Shadowclan despite the fact that you're a traitor," he snarled, then sighing. "I suppose she's dead now." His green eyes flashed. "Give this to Shadowclan, will you?" he growled, slicing Flamefleet's belly. Flamefleet screeched then fell to the ground. Standing over him, he snarled, "I know what you did," then ran into the battle. "Peace," he muttered shakingly. Rain poured down relentlessly, blinding his vision. Why was this happening? Wait, he thought, it couldn't be, they can't. They're not...
Gasping, he instantly stopped his thoughts. Two cats were battling dangerously close to the gorge. One he recognized. "BIRDFLIGHT!" he yelled, running towards his former clanmate. But before he got half way there he felt teeth pierce his tail. Whipping around, he faced a young cat, possibly a new warrior, staring at him and biting his tail.

"Let go," the silver cat mewed as lightning lit the sky, "and you won't be hurt too badly." The golden cat didn't let go, even when lightning cracked right above their heads. Both cats looked up slowly. A branch was hanging above them, burnt by the lightning. The cats looked at each other. "RUN!" the silver tabby yelled, but it was too late. The branch cracked and fell, trapping the golden cat underneath it.

"Buzzpaw!" a she-cat screamed, running towards the apprentice. He must have been her son. He shook his head. Such a waste. Refocusing his priorities, he tried to run over and help Birdflight, but his tail was stuck. Desperately tugging to get it out from under the branch, he pushed it with his hind paws with his back on the ground, but to no avail. He turned his head just in time to see Birdflight's opponent swipe at her face. She stumbled, and then fell over the side of the gorge.
"No," he murmured, "No." He stopped his attempts to escape from his wooden prison, for he couldn't keep his eyes off the gorge. But then, her attacker looked strangely familiar. How could he? Then a brilliant flash of light blinded him momentarily, and pain like had never felt before surged through his body. Then a horribly loud noise split his eardrums as he screamed to the night sky, which was still throwing down water. He lay there gasping, knowing what would happen soon. But what was the point? The camp was destroyed and the clans were in a huge war, trying to kill each other, if the storm didn't kill them first.

"Skyclan is on my territory," he muttered, scenting the air. Suddenly he became aware of a bright light moving towards him, becoming the shape of a cat. "Birdflight!" he said suddenly, "You're alright. I'm not going to be though. I-" he stopped himself when he saw the expression on her face; it was almost angry, yet melancholy at the same time. "You're not alright, are you?" the silver cat said. Two more cats appeared next to her, wearing the same expressions.

"There could have been a different fate," she said, her tone of voice the same as he expression. Gasping, he recognized the two other cats. "Change it." The cats began to fade away, as he realized where they came from.
Shouting out into the distance he yelled, "I've missed you," before closing his eyes.