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A/N: Wazzup? I had this fic posted on my old penname and so I decided to move everything RIGHT HERE! Updates may be a little spaced out what with all the projects and crap this year, so be grateful!

Prologue

Onestar called to Ashfoot, "Get Crowfeather to guard the camp tonight, I haven't gotten a full night's sleep in moons" And with that, he padded up to his den, yawning as he went.

At the top of the highslope (Windclan's Meeting Place), there was a dip in the ground with a cover of ferns over it.

Onestar gladly streaked under the ferns and into his den as rain pounded the ground. A piece of fresh kill, a rabbit, was waiting for him near his nest, but he was too tired to eat. Settling down in the bracken he shut his eyes, thinking what he could dream about, when suddenly his eyes where forced wide open.

A bloody scene unfolded around the leader, making him want to yowl and shriek in terror, but he found himself unable to utter a sound. His clan was in a raging battle with a group of ... Rouges?

He was pondering the thought when he saw a silver tom with cold, blue eyes that roared like a raging fire. Guess what? They set their sights on him. He gave a silent squeak of fright and began to run away, but the tom was already flying through the air.

Onestar pulled himself to the ground and braced himself for the pain of thorn sharp claws raking across his back, but the pain never came. He opened his eyes and spun around to see the tom glowering over Ashfoot halfway across the camp, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Blood was welling out of his trusted deputy's throat and he yowled, " Great Starclan, NO!"

Running forward, he stumbled over body after body. Crowfeather, Nightcloud, himself.

He had almost reached Ashfoot's writhing body, thinking that with every step he took, every time she took a rattling breath, she was a step closer to death. No one could ever have a greater deputy than her. The world went black as he reached down to press his nose into her mottled fur. A voice rang out and said gravely, "Silver Fire Will kill them All."

As the message was sinking into his memory, Onestar heard a yowl coming from the camp below. Next thing he knew, Ashfoot was in his den and shaking rainwater off her pelt. "Snowfur. Nursery." she gasped. " Your kits, they're coming."

Onestar blinked and looked at her, disbelieving.

"NOW!" she yowled. Leaving him to go and check the camp, leaving him in a state of shock. Then, realizing, he gave a yowl. Running towards the nursery, down the grassy slope, Ashfoot and her son Crowfeather beside him.

"Who's guarding the camp?" Onestar panted. "I need to know"

"I got Owlwhisker to do it," Crowfeather replied and with a look towards Onestar, he ran towards the camp entrance.

Inside the nursery, Snowfur was yowling and minutes later, two kits were born. Onestar named the she-cat Lakekit, and Snowfur named the tom Silverkit.

Because the kit's eyes weren't open yet, Onestar couldn't tell but his kit's pelt looked like the murderous cat's pelt in his dream.

Dun dun duuuuuun... Is Silverkit the murderous cat from his dream? Is Lakekit in danger? Click the little silver button and find out! Metaphorical Cookies and a chapter dedication to the first reviewer!