Disclaimer: I don't own warrior cats or anything related to it. If I did, Spottedleaf would have died WWWWAYYY later.
Prologue
After the fight at Sunningrocks, a she-cat with blue eyes and gray gur sat on a ledge, looking upon the night sky. She was then joined by a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat. "How is Mousefur" she meowed, knowing that the warrior was injured during the battle.
"Her wounds are deep Bluestar, but she will recover," the tortoiseshell replied. "She is young and strong."
"And the others?"
"They will all recover, too."
Bluestar gave a sigh. "We are lucky not to have lost any warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf." She then turned her attention to the stars, giving a studying look at the night sky. "I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. ThunderClan has not been beaten in its own territory since I became leader," she murmured. "These are difficult times for the Clan. Newleaf is late, and there are fewer kits than usual. ThunderClan needs more warriors for its survival."
"The year's just starting," Spottedleaf mentioned calmly. "There will be more kits when greenleaf comes."
The gray cat twitched her broad shoulders. "Possibly, but warrior training takes time. If ThunderClan is to defend its territory, we need warriors as soon as possible."
"Are you asking StarClan for answers?" meowed Spottedleaf gently, following Bluestar's gaze to the bright band of stars sparkling in the dark sky.
"It is at times like this we need the words of ancient to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you at all?" Bluestar asked.
"Not for quite some moons, Bluestar."
All of a sudden, a shooting star blazed in the sky. Spottedleaf's tail twitched as her fur started to bristle. Bluestar's ears pricked, but she was silent as Spottedleaf continued to haze upwards in a trance-like gaze.
After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head as she turned to Bluestar. "It is a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our Clan."
"Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared b all the Clans! How can it save us?"
"That I do not know," Spottedleaf admitted while shaking her head.
The ThunderClan leader positioned her clear blue eyes on the medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf," she meowed. "If StarClan has spoken then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan."
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The stars shown on the reflection of the river. At the bank of the river, a light-tabby with a broken jaw stood at the river's edge. He stared at the bright stars in the sky with a blank gaze. He was soon joined by a light brown tom with a pale underbelly.
"Greetings, Crookedstar," the brown tom meowed.
"Greetings, Mudfur," Crookedstar replied back, not taking his gaze off of the stars in the sky.
Mudfur noticed that the RiverClan leader looked... off about something.
"Crookedstar, are you alright? You seem to be out of it. Why not join the rest of the Clan and celebrate capturing Sunningrocks?"
Crookedstar however did not say anything for a few moments, then he gazed over at Mudfur with his sharp green gaze. "I can't help but be troubled by the future. Like something dreadful is going to come to the Clan." He said with a calculative gaze. "Mudfur, has StarClan given you any signs?"
"Not for a while. StarClan has been silent for quite some ti-" his fur started to bristle all over his body and his tail started to twitch erratically. The moon seemed to be brighter than ever before, and the river's tides seemed to become stronger and higher than they were a few moments ago.
Crookedstar was naturally surprised when Mudfur suddenly bristled at seemingly nothing. He quickly saw it was from StarClan and stayed silent as not to deter his concentration and the message. After what seemed like a few heartbeats Mudfur stopped bristling completely.
"StarClan has spoken to me," he said, completely calm and relaxed. He looked right into Crookedstar's eyes. "The moon will save the Clan."
"What? How can the moon save RiverClan? It is always in the sky," Crookedstar said slyly while giving Mudfur a rather perplexed look.
"I have no way of knowing. This is what StarClan has shown," Mudfur calmly said to the RiverClan leader.
He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about what the prophecy meant, and eventually turned his head back at the brown medicine cat.
"I have never doubted you before, Mudfur, so what StarClan says must be true. The moon will save our Clan."
A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first Fanfic, so some helpful criticism will be much appreciated, but no flames! Remember to comment and favorite. Blizzard, out! :)