"Tigerstar." Bluestar said to me. "Every Starclan cat has a choice to be reincarnated. It is your choice."

I looked up. The shecat I tortured, I plotted against was giving me a chance? I nodded slowly. "Firestar has a fault, a sin committed when he died. He thought peace would go on." Bluestar looked at my bleeding body. Firestar had struck me good. He got the chance of a quick death. The shecat looked at me. "Good luck." She said. I nodded, my eyes getting blurred along the edges. I found myself in thick stuff, blind and deaf. Two parents will be torn today.

The white shecat struggeled, screeching. Her eyes dulled, then she said, "The tiger has been reborn! Fire will wage war with a streaking tiger. Blood will be painted on the den, This is war. Three will stop it until it is no more. Three will need to kill four, in order to restore."

"Cloudtumble! Don't leave, please!" A tabby yowled.

The cloud will bring prophecy and that's all she will say.

"My precious Hawkstorm, you will be okay." Cloudtumble said, rolling her head back, eyes faded.

"Cloudtumble!" Hawkstorm weeped.

Hawk will bring Fire to the Clans.

Dove will bring Tiger to the Clans.

Hawk and Dove will fight.

A gray shecat came up to Hawkstorm. "Aww. So sad. You will take me a mate, right?" The shecat had been spoiled and bossy from the start. "Shut up, Doveshine."

To see which will be brought into the light.

Doveshine smiled. "Okay." She said walking off.

Hawkstorm thought, Oh, Cloudtumble. Why did you have to leave? I don't want that brat Doveshine to mother my kits! Just because she's granddaughter of Dovestar doesn't mean she's royalty.