A/N: Sorry I deleted the other one, it was an accident. I messed up on something, and I took Starlight Warrior 1092's advice and changed this up a little. The way Silverstream comes back is different, and I'm still trying to think up a new prophecy. Update: I have the new prophecy, and the story below has been updated.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own warriors, and I never will, as I am not one of the 'Erin Hunter'. No, contrary to popular belief, Erin Hunter is not one person. Erin Hunter is four persons. It's on the Warrior's website if you don't believe me.

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A silver-gray dawn shattered by the silver lion.

Prologue

"Firestar, I don't understand it."

"Me neither Jayfeather," Firestar sighed and shook his head.

"Before the Great Journey, was there a cat in ThunderClan who's name started with silver?" Jayfeather questioned Firestar, though he was quite certain of his answer.

"Not that I remember. If there was, it was long before I was born. So, no. Not in ThunderClan." The ginger tom shook his head. "Not in ThunderClan." He repeated, racking his memory and closing his eyes, only to open them at the sound of another cat's voice.

"Jayfeather! It's Millie!" It was Leafpool, Jayfeather's mother. Firestar gasped. Millie had a very, very bad case of greencough, and it seemed as though she would die any moment. Firestar didn't want this to happen because it would be the second time his best friend, Graystripe, would have lost a mate.

"Com-" Jayfeather was interrupted by a very loud and very frail cough. He darted out of Firestar's den, nearly barreling over the edge of high ledge.

"We'll continue this later!" Firestar called after Jayfeather.

Jayfeather sniffed at the piles of herbs, looking for the rest of the catmint as Leafpool coaxed some into Millie. Firestar was just outside the den, trying to calm Graystripe and keep him out of the den. So far, he was barely managing to keep him out. Jayfeather frowned as he let out a huge yawn. He really needed to sleep; he was up almost all night because he had been called into Millie's dreams by StarClan and he found it very disturbing. While she was sleeping, Millie had been talking with StarClan. Millie knew she was going to die. Everybody did. They just grasped to the teeny sliver of hope that she wouldn't. Silverstream had been in hysterics. Last night, with Jayfeather's help, they (StarClan and Jayfeather) somehow reached the agreement that when Millie dies, Silverstream would take her place and live on. StarClan and Millie hadn't told Jayfeather how this would happen, and Silverstream was out hunting. Jayfeather shivered at the thought of this new prophecy, and he could only hope for the best. Though he knew partially what it meant, he still wasn't entirely sure. For now, they could only wait on time so they could know.