Author's Note: Hi Everybody! This is Goldenflame12! This is a Fanfiction that I started with my friend Flashfire11 (you can check out her stories too- she's amazing). We discontinued it for a while, and I decided to continue, so yah!

Both of our OCs are in this by the way: Goldenflame and Flashfire

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Warriors in any way, and by writing this fanfiction, we are not trying to duplicate it in any way. Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, and since my name is not Erin Hunter, I do not own Warriors. So blah blah blah...disclaimer disclaimer...

Onto the story!

Prologue:

The cats were running for their lives. They were lean and mean, but they had nothing to lose. The Twolegs were destroying all they had. Their lake would have to be left behind, and they would have to find new territory. All they had left to believe in was StarClan. But, was StarClan with them? Many cats had lost faith in their warrior ancestors, something that never should have happened. In the midst of all of the turmoil, a warrior and a queen, dying from starvation, exhaustion, and sickness, who would never see their new home stumbled aside.

"Dovefeather! Who will take care of our kits? Who will feed our kits milk when you have joined StarClan?" asked the warrior, who was a ginger tom, with black paws and dark brown eyes with a bit of gold.

"Redfox."The beautiful queen meowed soothingly, setting down the kits she was carrying. "Do not worry. StarClan will not let these kits be harmed. They have a part of every Clan in them. StormClan, RainClan, FogClan, and BreezeClan. These kits have it all," rasped Dovefeather, who was a lovely tortoiseshell she-cat with vivid green eyes. She lay down on the grass, curling her body around her four mewling kits.

"We shall always be together, in StarClan, but what if these four kits get separated into Clans?" whispered Redfox, worriedly, "Besides! We are from different Clans! There may be a fight over these kits!"

"Redfox- the destiny of the kits is not in our paws. We can worry all we want, but their destiny will remain the same," meowed Dovefeather, "My energy is failing. I will join StarClan soon. Let us spend our last moments in this forest together."

The two mates touched noses, and twined their tails together as the last drop of life spilled from them. They greeted StarClan together, leaving their kits to their destiny.

While the other cats were traveling, the cry of a young animal sounded through the forest, leaving the cats shivering in fright.

"Did you hear that?" exclaimed Jaggedstar, leader of FogClan.

"Yes - it sounded like a kit!" replied Fernstar, who was leader of RainClan. Jaggedstar rolled his eyes.

"Duh!What a mouse-brain!" he muttered half to himself.

Fernstar commanded the fleeing cats to stop moving while the four leaders checked out the noise.

"It indeed was a litter of kits," meowed Miststar, leader of StormClan. Slowly, their eyes fell on the bodies of Dovefeather and Redfox.

"May StarClan light Redfox's path," meowed Fernstar sorrowfully. Redfox was from RainClan, so Fernstar had been very close to him.

"And may they light Dovefeather's path, too" meowed Ashstar, leader of BreezeClan. Dovefeather had been a valued warrior of Ashstar's Clan. The four leaders joined in burying the bodies, when a thought struck Miststar.

"Which Clan will take the kits?" she asked. Ashstar looked as if the answer was obvious.

"BreezeClan, of course! The kits belong in their mother's Clan!" he meowed fiercely, as if he was ready to fight for the kits. Fernstar frowned.

"Their mother is dead. If their father was still alive, then perhaps that rule would apply, but their father is dead too. RainClan and BreezeClan should each take two kits, to continue the memory of both parents," she argued cleverly. Ashstar winced at the statement of Dovefeather's death.

"Well then, we shall each take two kits," he agreed. Both leaders reached down to scoop up the kits when Miststar spoke up.

"Wait! Don't you remember? Dovefeather was born in StormClan, and Redfox was born in FogClan! All Clans play a part in these kits! StarClan has chosen them for a reason! We deserve them too," she reminded Fernstar.

"Yes, she is right. It is only fair," agreed Jaggedstar. Ashstar rolled his eyes.

"Ugh! Branching from ShadowClan, what would you know about fairness? ShadowClan has chilled hearts! They don't care about fairness. Besides, these kits need special care- surely you remember their parent's old enemy?" he taunted.

"Ashstar, FogClan has warmth in their hearts." meowed Jaggedstar quietly. "We give mercy when necessary. And, about these kits, we all need kits at this dire time. All our warriors are dying, and we need more kits if we are to survive. As for the parent's enemy, they will be safer not knowing about him. In fact, we will all be safer if they don't know. See! StarClan doesn't approve of our quarrelling! We all must take a kit," Indeed the moon had been covered for a second, because the leaders had been quarrelling like crazy. But, it seemed like the leaders had come to a grudging agreement.

"Very well. Take one kit and raise it as your own. Do not, for any reason whatsoever tell them anything about their roots," instructed Ashstar. The other leaders nodded and each Clan adopted one kit for their own, and taking the fate of those special kits into their waiting paws.