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My name is waytheballbounces and I'm kind of new to fanfiction. I just wanted to know if anyone was still posting (besides Pheonix M. 101).

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Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century. They belong to Erin Hunter, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and DiC Produtions. Please don't sue!

Prologue

Warriors

Bluestar and Snowfur sat around the Moonpool. Images of the young paralyzed warrior Briarlight fill the unmoving pool: the falling tree, finding out she would never walk, struggling to do her exercises, dragging herself across camp to the fresh kill pile, and sorting leaves in the medicine cat den are amongst the images.

As snippets of the ThunderClan warrior's life play out to the two StarClan sisters Snowfur mews,"It's so sad. She is forced to give up her warrior life for this... this... struggle! Is there nothing we can do to ease her toil?" her gentle mew ends in a hiss.

Bluestar mumbles a reply slowly, as if to test her sister's rage,"There is one thing, but no cat will like it."

"What? Sister, tell me!" exclaimed Snowfur, excitedly like a kit,"Whatever it is we must do it!"

"I'm telling you no cat will like it,"Bluestar shrugged off Snowfur's outburst.

Snowfur glared at her sister,"If you won't tell me, I will try to find the solution until I fade to nothing, Bluefur." She put emphasis on the second half of her sister's old name to indicate she was not about to let her littermate act like she was her leader. (a/n if you don't know Snowfur died before Bluestar became ThunderClan's leader)

Bluestar sighs and relents,"You've heard of Sherlock Holmes, the twoleg, right?"

"Yeah,"Snowfur draws out the word.

"Well, I can communicate with him in his dreams, but only the 22nd century version,"What ever 22nd century means, Bluestar adds to herself. "I think... I think that I can get him to bring Briarlight and Jayfeather to his twoleg world and heal Briarlight. I think."

Snowfur could only gape.

Chapter 1-Of Dreams and Headaches

The 22nd Century

Sherlock Holmes sat up and groaned, his head was pounding and his mind was spinning. He tried to remember his dream. It was the same one Sherlock had been having, off and on for the past month. A Russian Blue she-cat telling him he must help her wounded warrior. Sherlock knew he has seen an image of the wounded warrior in his dream, he just couldn't remember it. As his head stopped pulsing, he realized a pounding of another kind: Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade knocking. Sherlock sighed and left his door at the mercy of his colleague while he put on his clothes. He rushed to the door, opened it and greeted,"Ah, good morning Inspector."

"Good morning, Holmes. I need your part of the paperwork so I can submit the case file."

Lestrade looked around at 221b Baker Street and the flat was in more disarray than she had ever seen."Holmes! How can you be 'The Great Detective' with all this mess. Dang! Watson leaves and look what happens to this flat!" Lestrade chides.

It's around here somewhere is all Sherlock mumbles.

Beth softened at her partner's frazzled air. "There's something else going on."

Sherlock knew that Elizabeth Lestrade wouldn't give up. "Yes," he sighs.

"What is it Sherlock?"asked Beth,"Come on, tell me. It's not like you can tell Watson, he's in the shop."

Sherlock sighed. Lestrade, Watson, and Sherlock had been chasing a criminal and they did catch him; but Watson had somehow short-circuited and was in a shop for repairs. Sherlock's compu-droid companion wasn't nearly as pressing as Lestrade."It's nothing," protests Holmes, "I'm just not sleeping well."

"Nightmares?"asked Beth.

"Found the paperwork, Lestrade,"says Holmes, trying to change the subject.

Lestrade presses,"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on."

"No,"replies Sherlock like a petulant child.

"I mean it, Holmes. I can stay all day. You've been distracted all throughout this past case. Would you rather this wait until the Irregulars get off from school and tell me in front of them?"

"Fine, Inspector, if you must know. A Russian Blue cat has been plaguing me in my dreams demanding that I help her wounded warrior. I have seen the wounded warrior but forgotten what he or she looks like. And you better not tell anyone, Lestrade, or I shall be shipped of into a mental facility and never heard from again. Good day Lestrade." Holmes says this all while shoving his paperwork into her hands and propelling her out the door. Holmes hears a "Zed" as his partner walks down the flight of stairs.

Sherlock sighed and slumped into his chair, but jumps again when her hears the voice of the Russian Blue. "It's tonight,"she whispers.

"What's tonight?"asks Sherlock.

The she-cat hisses, "Do you not listen to me? You will meet Jayfeather, he cares for Briarlight, the injured warrior. Tonight you will meet him. In the morning you will gather. Remember, it begins tonight."

The voice fades away leaving an agitated Sherlock. Over the next fourteen hours he dreads falling asleep, but alas, he does as if dragged by Morpheus himself. Outside his window, the half moon shines.

I have a cliff hanger for you all! Please, please review. The next chapter will be Warriors and it takes place after The Last Hope. If anyone has any warrior names for Molepaw or Cherrypaw or any apprentice, let me know. Jayfeather is going to have an apprentice and her name is going to be Celandinepaw. Who should Celandinepaw be related to? Also Littlecloud's going to have an apprentice so what should his/ her name be. Thanks for reading my story. I hope I'm able to pull this elaborate plot together. Thank you for reading and REVIEW!

Oh, I'll put up chapter two faster if someone reviews. I'll put it up even faster if you give me names.

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waytheballbounces