(A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction that I'm publishing and I'm really excited to share it with you all! Basically, I'm rewriting The Prophecies Begin as if the cats were humans living in the Middle Ages. Let me know what you guys think of it!)

The air was silent. The only sound that could be heard was a ripple of water from the murky waters of the river and the sounds of the forest at night. A half-moon hung in the sky, turning the rocks that divided ThunderClan and RiverClan's kingdoms silver.

There was a rustle in the darkness as warriors from ThunderClan crept out of the undergrowth they were hiding in. The warriors unsheathed their swords as they prepared to meet any enemies. A warrior's sword glinted in the moonlight. And suddenly, without even a warning, a battle unfolded on the rocks.

At the center of the battlefield, a massive man with dark brown hair pinned another man to the forest floor, his knife aimed at the other man's throat. The man with dark brown hair drew his head up in triumph. "Oakheart!" He snarled, readjusting his grip on his knife. "How dare you hunt in our territory! The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"

Oakheart snickered despite his current situation. "After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will just be another RiverClan hunting ground." A battle cry came from the other side of the river as more RiverClan warriors entered the battle. Tigerclaw turned to see enemy warriors sliding out of the water and attacking members of his own clan. He refocused his attention on Oakheart. "You may swim like fish, but you and your warriors do not belong here!" He aimed his knife directly at Oakheart's throat.

The desperate scream of a ThunderClan woman distracted Tigerclaw from murdering his opponent. A thin RiverClan warrior had pinned Mousefur, a young warrior down. Tigerclaw let go of Oakheart and ran to aid his clanmate. He heroically knocked the enemy away from Mousefur, giving her time to escape. Mousefur scrambled to her feet, clutching a bloody gash on her shoulder and ran as fast as she could.

Tigerclaw snarled with rage as a RiverClan knife sliced through the bridge of his nose. His eyes went black for a moment, but he threw himself forward regardless and stabbed an enemy warrior in the leg. The man he had wounded shrieked.

"Tigerclaw!" Tigerclaw heard his deputy, Redtail, a short redheaded man, call his name. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!" Tigerclaw was determined. This was one battle he would not lose. "No, Redtail. ThunderClan will never be beaten!" He yelled back, running to Redtail's side. "This is our land!" The blood around his nose kept flowing and as he shook his head, scarlet drops stained the rocks around him.

"ThunderClan will honour your courage, Tigerclaw but we cannot afford to lose any more warriors." Redtail argued calmly. "We cannot fight against these impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's brown-eyed gaze steadily and climbed onto a boulder, yelling. "ThunderClan! Retreat!" The ThunderClan warriors stumbled away from their opponents, rushing to meet their deputy. The RiverClan warriors appeared confused. Had ThunderClan really given up so easily? Oakheart yelled a cry of victory, which his clanmates joined in on. Redtail still stood on the boulder, staring down at his clan. He mounted his horse and led his clanmates back to their village.

Tigerclaw followed last. He stood hesitantly at the edge of the battlefield, staring back at the RiverClan warriors. His face was grim, his eyes narrowed furiously.

Meanwhile, in an empty clearing an older woman stood. She had long black hair streaked with silver and powerful shoulders. She stared at the night sky. The only noise you could hear was the soft snoring of sleeping warriors. A short black-haired woman emerged from a building and stood next to her. The older woman dipped her head in acknowledgement. "How is Mousefur?" She asked. "Her wounds are deep, but she is young and strong. She'll heal quickly." The younger woman replied. A concerned look played upon the older woman's face. "And the others?" The younger woman smirked slightly. "They'll recover too."

Bluestar, the eldest woman, sighed. "We are lucky to have not lost anyone this time. You are a gifted doctor, Spottedleaf. I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. ThunderClan has not been beaten in our own land since I became leader." Bluestar hung her head, unsure of what to do. "These are difficult times for us. Spring is late and fewer children have been born. We need more warriors if we are to survive."

"But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out, touching Bluestar's shoulder reassuringly. "There'll be more children when spring comes." Bluestar pulled away. "Perhaps. But training new warriors takes time. ThunderClan needs more warriors now."

Bluestar gazed at the night sky and sighed again. "Are you asking the Gods for answers?" Spottedleaf asked, shuffling closer to her leader. She stared at the stars filling the night sky. "At times like these we need guidance. Have the Gods spoken to you?"

Spottedleaf shrugged. "Not for many months, Bluestar." Suddenly, a shooting star soared through the calm sky. Spottedleaf's eyes widened and her whole body became stiff. Bluestar was surprised at first but calmed down the moment she remembered what was happening. After about a minute, Spottedleaf lowered her head and turned to look at Bluestar.

"I got a message from the Gods," She stared straight into her leader's blue eyes. "Fire alone will save our Clan."

"Fire?" Bluestar scoffed. "But fire is feared by all the Clans! How will it save us?"

"I don't know, but this is the message that the Gods have shared with me today." Spottedleaf's gaze was still distant, as if she weren't really there. Bluestar turned to her Clan's doctor. "You have never been wrong before. If the Gods have spoken, then it must be true. Fire will save our Clan."