Hi it's me, Moon and on behalf of Lightning we'd like to say HI AND WELCOME TO OUR NEW STORY. So we haven't been really active this past year but I'm not going to give some bullshit excuse so I'm just going to say enjoy the story~

In a deserted clearing, an old grey she-cat sat alone, staring up as the clear night sky. All around her in the shadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats.

A small tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from a dark corner, her paw-steps quick and soundless.

The grey cat dipped her head in greeting. "How is Mousefur?" she meowed.

"Her wounds are deep, Bluestar," answered the tortoiseshell, settling herself on the night-cool grass. "But she is young and strong; she will heal quickly."

"And the others?"

"They will all recover, too."

Bluestar sighed. "We are lucky not to have lost any of our warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf." She tilted her head again and studied the stars. "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 our Clan. The season of newleaf is late, and there have been fewer kits. ThunderClan needs more warriors if it is to survive."

"But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. There will be more kits when greenleaf comes."

The grey cat twitched her broad shoulders. "Perhaps. But training our youn to become warriors takes time. If ThunderClan is to defend its territory, it must have new warriors as soon as possible."

"Are you asking StarClan for answers?" meowed Spottedleaf gently, following Bluestar's gaze staring up at the swath of stars glittering in the dark sky.

"It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?" Bluestar asked.

"Not for some moons, Bluestar."

Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the treetops. Spottedleaf's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled.

Bluestar's ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.

After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and she turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "From twoleg two must come, three in one they must become, the fire that burns shall burn down the earth, the strike of shadow to perish evil's turf, to win or lose clan's age must dawn, but death unleash through tiger's pawn."

"Fire? Twoleg?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire and twolegs are feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?"

Spottedleaf shook her head. "I do not know," she admitted. "But this is the message StarClan has chosen to share with me."

The ThunderClan leader fixed 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 and twolegs will save our Clan."

I'll admit, that was one of the worst thing I've written (not the things Erin Hunter wrote but the Prophecy)
DISCLAIMER:
WARRIORS DO NOT BELONG TO US, THEY BELONG TO THE ONE AND ONLY ERIN HUNTER. ALTHOUGH WE DO OWN LIGHTNING AND MOON.
Okay, you probably have your own lives to live so byeee.