A/N: This is set in the distant past. In the books, they said the prophecy for the Three was foretold in th past, in the time of the Ancients, right? Well, what if three cats in the past are thought to be them? What would happen? T to be safe.

"Where am I?"

A fairly young, white furred tom-cat asked himself. He frowned, staring at the never ending darkness. Everything around him was black, the towering trees, the spiky and tough grass, and the sky above him was menacing, jet black with no friendly stars.

The tom jumped. A wispy, snow white cat padded over to him, fixing him with a calculating stare.

"Where did y-you come from?" The tom stuttered, trembling faintly and taking a few steps back. His pale blue eyes were wide, fear lacing the depths.

The cat just stared at him, his head tilted to the side and sat down. Oddly, he had scars crisscrossing his pelt, some long and others short, though all were black. His eyes were a very dark amber, almost a red...

The tom shook his head, his trembling stopping. He sighed, staring at the odd cat.

"Okay...Who are you?"

The cat didn't reply, just staring at him with that same look, as if he was an odd piece of prey.

The tom grew annoyed. He frowned, his brow furrowing in irritation. He was about to ask the same question, but the cat slowly stood up and started padding away, making no noise. The cat waved his tail, beckoning to follow him.

"This is so weird..." The tom muttered under his breath, hastily getting up and following the strange, silent cat.

The cat remained quiet as they walked on, dodging trees and walking through intricate paths. The tom noticed that every path they took was different. One was long and full of pebbles, another was short, but had soft feathers instead of dirt. The only thing that was the same were the cats that walked through the forest. They were see-through and had expressionless faces, always blank.

"Who...are these cats?" The tom asked curiously as the two stepped over a small log, the trees starting to clear away. The tom jumped, one just walked straight through him, it's face expressionless as it just kept heading straight.

To his surprise, the cat answered. "They are the ones who are broken. Something, or someone, pushed them off their path, and they are left to walk this plane, trying to find their path. This is the plane of broken dreams and lost futures."

The cat's voice had no real tone to it. Not deep or high, nor happy or sad. No emotion or tone, like a lost whisper being carried by the breeze.

"T-then why am I here?" The tom exclaimed, panic lacing his tone as he looked around wildly.

Soon enough, all the trees were gone, leaving them on a rocky cliff. The tom couldn't see what was beyond or below it, but he heard distant screams, some were full of fear, others full of anger, like a war cry.

The cat paused, gesturing with his tail for the tom to go forward. He continued to stare at him until the tom finally walked forward on shaky legs.

The tom gave a yowl of shock, scrambling back and his eyes were wide.

Below the cliff, a full blown, bloody war was raging. Cats of all sizes and ages were screeching and fighting, bleeding heavily as they clawed and bit each other. The tom noticed that this was his Tribe's territory, the large pine tree that marked their border and the lake were not too far off. The sky above them was a bloody, dark red, and the lake was starting to run red.

The cat stared at him calmly, not surprised at all, his tail curled around his paws. "This is what to come. All of the Tribe's paths lead to this exact future, fighting until you are all dead."

The tom stared at him in shock, trembling with his mouth wide open. "W-what? How could this happen, why d-did this happen?"

The screeches continued, getting louder with each minute. The tom flinched.

"It was your son's and your grandchildren's fault. They misinterpreted the prophecy, it wasn't meant for them, it was not their destiny. Look over there." The cat replied, his face emotionless as he gestured with his tail.

The tom looked over at where at the cat was gesturing to, and blinked in shock. Three cats were sitting on a large rock, away from the battle. One was a tom, with a tiger-striped, dark brown pelt. He was sitting in the middle. Another one was a tom, with a jet black, feathery pelt, he was sitting to the left. The last one was a she-cat, with cool, gray-blue fur. She was sitting to the right. They were all sitting there with a menacing smirk on their faces, their eyes cold and uncaring. Those eyes held past pain and heartbreak , so much emotion that the tom almost couldn't see beyond the mask they wore.

"W-who...Who are they?" The tom asked, his voice trembling.

The cat didn't reply for a moment, just staring at the scene. Finally, he answered.

"Your grandchildren. They were never meant for this, they were meant for peaceful lives and helping other cats. But they stayed off their path, because of the prophecy."

The tom was confused, his head tilted to the side. "Prophecy? I never heard of them, I thought they were only kit-tales..."

The cat's eyes turned startlingly cold as he replied, "No. The prophecy was meant for the cats in the distant future, though their father told them it was meant for them. They believed it, and were angry and heartbroken when they found out it wasn't them. The Place Of No Stars saw these emotions and recruited them, this is the outcome."

The tom paused for a moment, thinking this over as he tried to block out the screams. He sighed, frowning.

"So...What was the prophecy?" The tom finally asked. He looked at the cat expectantly as they locked gazes.

The cat's eyes flashed red, a blood red, and he smirked, replying with a voice laced with amusement, "There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws..."