Hi everyone! This isn't my first Warrior story, or my first hetalia story, but it's my first cross over. If I get anything wrong, it doesn't matter what it is, please tell me. In this story you'll find PruCan, GerIta, UsUk, and Spamano. I'm not sure how obvious it'll be yet, but those pairings will be there.

Anyway, I hope you like the story. The next chapter will be up soon. And please review!

Water rumbled and foamed, overflowing a smooth lip of a rock and tumbling down to form a pool. Rainbows danced in the setting sun and the waterfall's spray. Three cats sat at the top, just upstream of the waterfall. They watched as the forth cat approached, stalking across the moss that covered the bank.

"In the name of all the Clans, why did you choose to meet here?" The blue-gray she-cat questioned, standing now in front of the waiting cats. She irritably shook one forepaw, flicking off a couple drops of water. "It's far too wet, and I can't hear myself think."

Another she-cat, this one with ragged gray fur, turned to face her. "Stop complaining, Bluestar." She meowed. "I chose this place because it's damp and noisy. I have things to say that I don't want any other cat to overhear."

The only tom, a golden tabby, motioned with his tail. "Come and sit by me. There's a dry spot just here."

Bluestar padded over to him and sat down with a sniff. "If this is dry, Lionheart, then I'm a mouse." To the gray she-cat, she added "Well, Yellowfang? What is it?"

"The prophecy had not been fulfilled." Yellowfang meowed. "The Three have come together at last, but two of the cats might not recognize the third. And with the Place of No Stars growing, they may not be enough."

"Are you sure we've got the right Three this time?" Bluestar asked sharply.

"You know we have." The last she-cat, a beautiful tortoiseshell-and-white, dipped her head gently to her former Clan leader. "Didn't we all have the same dream on the night the One was born?"

Bluestar flicked her tail. "You could be right, Spottedleaf. But so much has gone wrong that it's hard to trust anything now. What if Yellowfang is right, that the Three are not enough?"

"If Jayfeather and Lionblaze don't recognize the One, there will be more trouble." Yellowfang spoke again. "I want to send them a sign."

"What?" Bluestar stood and waved her tail commandingly, as if she still had authority over the three cats in front of her. "Yellowfang, have you forgotten that this prophecy isn't even ours? It could be dangerous to interfere with it. I think we should leave it alone."

Spottedleaf blinked, puzzled. "Dangerous?"

"Do you think it's a good idea to have cats in the Clans who are more powerful than the stars?" Bluestar challenged, looking each cat in the eye. "More powerful than us, their warrior ancestors?" Her tail swept in a wide gesture in include their unseen Clanmates, who were elsewhere in the beautiful forests of Starclan. "What will become of ThunderClan if-"

"Have faith, Bluestar." Lionheard interrupted calmly. "There are good and loyal cats."

"We thought that about Hollyleaf!" Bluestar growled.

"We won't be wrong again." Yellowfang mewed. "Wherever the prophecy came from, we have to trust it. And we have to trust our Clanmates beside the lake."

Spottedleaf bagan to speak, but the sound of a cat moved through the undergrowth a few fox-lengths upstream interrupted her. A silver-furred she-cat burst from the undergrowth and ran toward them, starlight swirling around her paws.

"Feathertail!" Bluestar exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Are you spying on us?"

"We're all Clanmates now," The silver she-cat replied. "I guessed why you were meeting, and-"

"This is ThunderClan business, Feathertail." Yellowfand pointed out.

"No, it's not!" Feathertail flashed back. "Jayfeather and Lionbaze are half WindClan- Crowfeather's sons." Her blue eyes were filled with distress. "I care about what happens to them. I have to watch over them. And I grieve for Hollyleaf just as much as you do."

Spottedleaf touched the RiverClan she-cat on the shoulder with her tail. "She's right. Let her stay."

Yellowfang shrugged. "They aren't your sons, Feathertail." She meowed with unexpected gentleness. "We can warn them and guide them, but in the end they will go their own way."

"All sons and daughters so that, Yellowfang." Bluestar commented.

Yellowfang's face darkened for a few heartbeats, her amber eyes fixed on the distance as if she was watching a lifetime of painful memories in the sky. The sun was sinking bellow the horizon, and red-streaked clouds faded to indigo. The foam from the waterfall below paled in the shadows.

"So what do we do now?" Lionheart prompted. "Yellowfang, you mentioned sending a sign."

Bluestar spoke before Yellowfang could. "I still think we shouldn't get involved. The third cat is already strong and clever, even if we don't know what her special power will be. If she's the right one, won't she figure everything out by herself?"

"We can't sit by and do nothing!" Feathertail protested, her claws sinking into the damp ground beneath her. "These young cats need our help. Even with the third cat, the Dark Forest may be too much for them. They need our help."

"I think so, too." Lionheart agreed with a nod. "If we had done something sooner"- he glanced at Bluestar -"Hollyleaf might not have been lost."

Bluestar's neck fur bristled. "Hollyleaf made her own choices. These cats have to live their own lives. No cat can do it for them."

"No, but we can help them." Spottedleaf meowed. "I agree with Yellowfang. I think we should send them help."

"I can see you've all made up your minds." Bluestar sighed, her neck fur laying flat again. "What do you have in mind, Spottedleaf?"

Spottedleaf's tail flicked back and forth before replying, "I think we need help from cats outside the Clan. Cats of a higher being."

"Is that wise?" Bluestar questioned. "To bring in more cats from outside the Clan and depend on them, and the Three, to save the Clan? The prophecy says nothing about outsiders."

"We need to do the most we can to keep the Clans alive, Bluestar." Spottedleaf replied. "And I'll be sure to pick just the right cats to carry this responsibility. They won't be just any kittypet or stray loner. I'll go warn Firestar of the new arrivals." She stood and turned to leave, stalking over the damp moss as she disappeared into the ThunderClan leader's dreams.

"I'll send an Omen." Yellowfang bowed her head, and briefly the other cats saw beyond her matted fur and brusque manner to the deep wisdom the medicine cat held. "An Omen of the Stars."

"Which cat will you send it to?" Bluestar stared. "Lionblaze or Jayfeather?"

Yellowfang's amber eyes glowed in the last light as she turned to her former leader. "Neither," She meowed. "I will send it to the third cat."