I do not own Warriors.
Summary- Hundred of year in the future, the four clans once again face a deadly terror. Four cats—one for each clan—are created by StarClan. These cats are the only ones who can save the clans from the threat in their home.
I'll alternate chapters for each cat.
Prologue
"Twolegs," a blue grey cat said softly. "The Clans have not seen twolegs. They do not know to avoid them, fight them, or recognize them."
"You are right, Bluestar," a flame colored cat replied. "We cannot warn them, the cats will not know of them. They do not know of twolegs."
Bluestar nodded. "What can we do, Firestar? The Clans can't die out."
"Make cats," Firestar replied quickly, implying that he had thought about this often.
"What do you mean?"
"Make four cats with the power of the stars. We can put knowledge from days long ago, when we lived. Knowledge of twolegs, of everything that might save the Clans."
"We can't!" gasped Bluestar. "It is against the code of the stars to create cats like that."
"It is also against the code to kill when we can help," Firestar pointed out. "No one will know but us, Bluestar. These cats will save the Clans, would you rather they die?"
"No."
That night Firestar visited the medicine cats of the Clans, giving them a prophecy.
There will be four, kin of the stars, with knowledge beyond that of StarClan's. Together they shall win, apart they shall lose. Shadow, Thunder, River, and Wind will fight as one, each will fail, and black, silver, brown, and gold will win or fall together.
Okay, long prophecy. The colors at the end are the colors of the cats pelts.