Allegiances

THUNDERCLAN

Leader

Dewstar- grayish and white tom with blue eyes

APPRENTICE, SILVERPAW

Deputy:

Tawnyspots- light brown tom with tawny spots on his back, amber eyes

(APPRENTICE, TIGERPAW)

Medicine Cat:

Whitefrost- white she-cat with blue eyes

Warriors:

Patchpelt- small black and white tom

APPRENTICE, WHITEPAW

Brownfur (Halftail) - big dark brown tabby tom

Smallear- gray tom with very small ears

Dappletail- pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with a lovely dappled coat, formerly of RiverClan

APPRENTICE, WINGPAW

Swiftclaw- light brown tabby tom

APPRENTICE, BLUEPAW

Thistleclaw- dark brown tom with lighter flecks

APPRENTICE, SPOTTEDPAW

Tailfeather- tortoiseshell tom with little of his tail left

APPRENTICE, REDPAW

Sandtail- dark brown tabby she-cat, with one white forepaw

APPRENTICE, LIONPAW

Stormcloud- dark gray she-cat

Graywing (One-eye) - pale gray she-cat;

Speckletail- pale tabby

Rosetail- pale ginger she-cat

Apprentices:

Silverpaw- light gray tom with darker stripes and blue eyes

Bluepaw- blue-gray she-cat

Spottedpaw- tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes

Whitepaw- white tom

Redpaw- tortoiseshell tom with a ginger tail

Tigerpaw- big dark brown tabby tom with long front claws

Lionpaw- golden brown tabby tom

Wingpaw- pale gray she-cat

WINDCLAN

Leader:

Crowstar- dark tom with amber eyes.

Deputy:

Talltail- a black and white tom with a very long tail.

Medicine Cat:

Blackstripe- dark brown tabby tom

APPRENTICE, BARKPAW

Warriors:

Smallfoot - black tom with small paws

APPRENTICE, ONEPAW

Whitespot- black she-cat with a distinctive white spot on her chest

Chaffinchfeather- black and white tom

APPRENTICE, TORNPAW

Lionfur- golden brown tabby tom

APPRENTICE, MUDPAW

Ashfoot- a gray queen

Queens:

Mosspelt- light gray tabby queen; mother of Lionfur's kit (Morningkit + Runningkit)

Ashfoot- a gray queen

SHADOWCLAN

Leader:

Raggedstar- battle-scared tom with a mottled pelt

(BROKENPAW)

Deputy:

Snaketooth – big dark brown tom with huge teeth

MedicineCat:

Scarfoot – light tabby she-cat with amber eyes and a number of scars on her foot

(APPRENTICE, YELLOWFANG)

Warriors:

Nightpelt- battered black tom

(APPRENTICE, CLAWPAW)

Blackfoot- big white tom with black paws

Silverstripe- silver tabby she-cat

(APPRENTICE, WHITEPAW)

Boulder- silver tabby tom

Stumpytail- brown tabby tom

(APPRENTICE, DARKPAW)

Brightflower- white queen with ginger patches

Queens:

Dawncloud- small tabby queen; mother to be of Nightpelt's kits (Littlekit + Tallkit)

Elders:

Ashfur- gray tom

RIVERCLAN

Leader:

Goldenstar- gold-brown tabby tom

Deputy:

Crookedjaw- a huge light colored tabby with a twisted jaw

Medicine cat:

Streamfursleek gray tom

(APPRENTICE, MUDPAW)

Warriors:

Loudbelly- dark brown tom

Cloudpelt- white tom with green eyes

Creakstone- gray she-cat with darker stripes

Queens:

Leopardfur: unusually spotted golden tabby queen; mother of Crookedjaw's kits (Blackkit+ Silverkit + Dappledkit)

Graypool- gray queen with patchy fur and a scarred muzzle; mother of Loudbelly's kits; (Heavykit +Mosskit + Fernkit)

Disclaimer: I in no way own the warriors series, or the characters, the plot and idea of going back in time to Bluestar's apprenticeship was mine but that'd be it.

Night lay over the forest. It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the quiet rustling of the leaves as a breeze blew past. The full moon shone above in the sky, moonlight making its way into a den, illuminating the cat inside it and the walls around him, making his grayish-white pelt glow like silver in the night.

The cat was perched up in his mossy bed, his ears pricked. Although his frame was hunched as he lay curled up in his nest his eyes were wide open, their normal color seemingly drowning in moonlight.

He let out a short sigh, playing around with some moss with his claws.

He knew the rest of his clan was fast asleep; he could almost hear their muffled snores and see the steady rise and fall of their bellies as they slept.

The tom gave his chest fur a quick lick, shivering as the cold sweep through his still greenleaf-light pelt. It would be a moon or two before it would be ready to keep out cold like this.

Stretching his long forepaws forward, scraping the ground underneath them with his unsheathed claws, he yawned, realizing it would be best for him to get some sleep, too.

Preparing to tuck his paws underneath his belly he winced as one of his newest wounds stung at the contact with his belly fur.

He still had many wounds to show of the fight with ShadowClan over the border the sunrise before. Whitefrost had applied a plenty of herbs on them, but as he shifted in his mossy bedding he grimaced, and cursed again at the ShadowClan warrior that had inflicted those wounds upon him.

Curling his tail around him he wished for the instant sleep a few poppy seeds would bring him, but he abandoned the thought instantly, Whitefrost couldn't be bothered in the middle of the night only because he couldn't sleep.

Closing his eyes, almost instantly, he felt a strange feeling wash over him, cold and warm at once, and tug at his belly. It stopped, then, and Dewstar drew in a short breath, and he relaxed, the place was familiar to him.

Sighing, he opened his eyes, knowing already what he would find there.

He was no longer in his den, but at Fourtrees, standing on the short grass that had already been stepped on by many generations of warriors.

A warm breeze blew past him, and he closed his eyes, wanting to savor the warmth for when he had to return to his camp.

He was standing in the hollow beneath the Greatrock, a favorite place of his to listen to the Gathering before he had been made deputy and leader after that.

Staring up at the sky, he noticed Silverpelt, closer than ever before, he had the feeling he could touch the stars if leaped high enough.

Turning his eyes back into the clearing, they widened, rather with guarded curiosity than surprise.

A small tabby was sitting in front of him, eyes narrowed in thought.

"Greetings, Dewstar," he mewed, "it's been a long time since I last came to see you."

Dewstar straightened himself up, and began to give himself a through wash, letting the rhythmic strokes of his tongue over his paws soothe him.

"Yes?" he replied, twisting around to remove a piece of moss from his back.

The cat closed his eyes before opening them again.

"The times must be going downhill if clan leaders no longer care what StarClan have to say to them."

Dewstar spit the piece of moss back out, and sat up straight, scorching the cat's tabby pelt as his eyes burned into them, lost in thought.

"The last time you came to see me, you warned me of Tornpelt. Can any cat blame me for not exactly being eager to hear anything from you, again?"

The tabby warrior shrugged. "Still. I remember, when Lionstar was ThunderClan's leader, every sign from StarClan was treated like a gift beyond measures."

Now it was Dewstar's turn to look away.

"The times have changed," he mewed at last.

And uncomfortable thought entered his mind and his fur bristled, as he cautiously asked: "Certainly Tornpelt isn't back, is he?"

The small tabby shook his head, and Dewstar relaxed visibly.

"Well, why have you brought me here, then? StarClan know how I'm supposed to defend my Clan tomorrow if you keep me up all night!"

"You know we would not bring you here without a reason."

Dipping his head, Dewstar mewed eagerly: "Have you come to tell me how we can defeat ShadowClan once and for all? They've been crossing into ThunderClan territory too often for my liking."

The tabby's green eyes burned into Dewstar's. He was unable to read out any of the feelings in them, but he held the gaze, not even twitching a whisker.

The tabby opened his jaws, but the voice coming out him, now, was not the same as before. There was something dark, and mysterious about it, and it seemed to echo across the clearing:

"In the times of tooth and claw, as the Clans threaten to drown in a pool of blood, a silver warrior will come and fight with the power of StarClan."

Dewstar's ears were pricked, now, and he narrowed his eyes, cocking his head slightly.

"Silver..," he murmured, neither to himself, nor to the other tabby.

The tabby's eyes were still big, but he nodded now, and the eeriness had faded out of his voice.

"Indeed, Dewstar. Keep your eyes and ears open, for this will shape the clan for many moons to come."

"In a good way?" Dewstar narrowed his eyes, trying to press more information out of the StarClan warrior.

"Ahh, but Dewstar, you know better than a lot of cats that StarClan do not tell you everything they know word for word."

Dewstar nodded, his tail twitching with annoyance at his own inability to trick his former friend. "Too well."

"It's up to you to find out what my words mean."

Shrugging, Dewstar padded up to him, gave him a quick lick on the head, and mewed, his whiskers twitching with amusement:

"Well, if ShadowClan start throwing rocks at us, next time we meet a patrol of theirs, I'll be sure to think of your prophecy."

The tabby shook his head, his eyes gleaming, with amusement, or annoyance, Dewstar couldn't tell.

"Still haven't changed, eh?"

The tabby blinked at his former denmate, turning around before Dewstar could reply, his tail twitching, and walking away from the hollow, away from Dewstar.

Again, that night, Dewstar felt a sharp tug at his belly, before blackness surrounded him, as his paws seeming to fall into nothingness.

A heartbeat later, he was lying back in his den, the coldness, the moss, the moonlight, all the same.

He drew in a sharp breath, and listened, but nothing had happened here, no cat had stirred, awoken or noticed that he left ThunderClan's hunting grounds for StarClan's for a few heartbeats.

Sighing, he tucked his paws underneath his body, and closed his eyes again, but he could not find any sleep.

The words from the mysterious prophecy kept following him.

A silver warrior will come; a silver warrior will come…