Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, just my characters and the plot.

The gray she-cat glanced nervously at the cat in front of her. The black tom stood with his back to her, staring up at gray sky. The she-cat shifted from paw to paw. "Why?"The tom asked suddenly. The she-cat flinched and looked at her mate. "He deceived me, Pantherclaw. I never meant for this to happen." The she-cat mewed.

The tom turned to look at her, his ice blue eyes filled with anger. "Deceived you?" he growled. "Are you so mouse-brained that you didn't realize what he was doing!?" The ThunderClan she-cat crouched low to the ground, her eyes filled with sorrow. "It's over now, Bloodtail won't come back. The clans are safe."

"Over? You really think his banishment has solved everything, Silverdawn!?" Pantherclaw roared. "It's because of you that my sister is dead, that our kit is dead!" "I never wanted them to die!" Silverdawn yelled. "I'm so sorry; I didn't want this to happen."

"You're sorry? Is that all you have to say?!" Both cats turned to see a brown tabby emerge from the bushes. "My sister, your kit, is dead and all you can say is 'sorry'?" he hissed. "Thistletail, please understand-" "No, the clans were almost destroyed because of you; we lost several of our warriors. What is there to understand, other than the fact that nothing you say can fix what you've broken?"

The she-cat looked between her mate and kit, and then bowed her head. "You're right." She said softly. "I cannot fix this with words. Nothing I do will fix this mess." Her head still bowed, Silverdawn padded away, refusing to look at what was left of her family.

Pantherclaw watched as his mate vanished into the underbrush. A pang of guilt stabbed at his heart. The black tom shook head. A part him knew he couldn't blame her of everything that had happen, but the ThunderClan warrior was not ready to listen to that part of his heart.


Silverdawn wandered through ThunderClan territory, her heart heavy with grief. Not only had she lost her daughter; she had lost a sister, her clan's trust, her mate, and her son. She stopped when she came to the entrance to the ThunderClan camp. "What's the point in returning? I have nothing to return to." No one would welcome her if she came home. No one would care if she didn't come back.

Turning away, Silverdawn padded towards the border between ThunderClan and WindClan. The river was Moonpool Stream, its waters came from the Moonpool and flowed into the lake. The water bubbled and splashed against the banks. The gray warrior sat next to the rushing water and stared at her reflection. "Perhaps I should just end it right now." the warrior thought miserably. "Death by drowning wouldn't be too bad."

An agonized yowl caught her attention. Silverdawn raised her head and her heart sped up at what she saw. On the other side of the river were two she-cats. One she-cat was blue-gray with green eyes and a silky pelt. Her claws and mouth were covered with bright red blood. In front of her were the bodies of three kits.

The second female was someone Silverdawn recognized; it was WindClan's medicine cat Whitefoot. The smaller white she-cat stared at the dead kits, her eyes filled with pain. Beside her was another kit, alive and cowering in fear.

"Why?" Whitefoot wailed. "What did my kits ever do to you, Bluebreeze? Why did you kill them?" The RiverClan warrior sneered. "What did they do? They were born, that was their crime. As if it wasn't bad enough that their mother was a medicine cat, their father was also a warrior from another clan. My clan!" Bluebreeze's eyes narrowed into slits. "He was suppose to be mine and you stole him!"

Silverdawn's heart went out to the kind-hearted medicine cat and couldn't turn her back on the other she-cat. "I don't care what you do to me, Bluebreeze." Whitefoot mewed. "Just please, spare his life. Breezekit did nothing wrong." By this time, Silverdawn had already crossed the border into Windclan. Silverdawn crept up behind the Riverclan warrior; Whitefoot noticed her, but quickly looked away when she realized that the Thunderclan warrior was trying to help.

"It's too late for begging Whitefoot." Bluebreeze hissed, unaware that she was being stalked. "You will pay for stealing my mate!" With a yowl, Silverdaw threw herself at Bluebreeze, landing on her back and dragging her down to the ground. Surprised, the blue-gray she cat couldn't defend herself as Silverdawn clawed at her face. Realizing who her attacker was Bluebreeze hissed in anger and retaliated. The two cats rolled around, clawing, biting, and hissing at each other.

Bluebreeze pinned Silverdawn down, her expression fierce. Silverdawn scratched at the RiverClan warrior's belly with her hind legs, forcing the warrior to release her. As the fight progressed, Whitefoot grabbed her kit and pushed him under a nearby bush.

Her kit now hidden under a bush, Whitefoot join the fray, wanting to avenge her lost kits. Silverdawn sunk her teeth into the other warrior's shoulder while the medicine cat scratched at the Riverclan warrior's eyes. Bluebreeze struggled to break free, her once hateful eyes now filled with fear. Her claws swiped desperately at Whitefoot and missed, frustrating her. With her hind legs, Bluebreeze kicked off Silverdawn and rolled onto her belly, only to be tackled by the furious medicine cat.

Silverdawn stumbled away from the fighting she-cats, nearly falling into the stream. The warrior stood up on shaky legs then charged back into the fight. The Unable to fight off both cats, Bluebreeze broke free from her enemies' grasp and ran, returning to Riverclan. Silverdawn panted, glaring at the direction the warrior had left. Whitefoot's remaining kit cried from his hiding place, timidly poking his head out from beneath the bush.

Whitefoot walked over to her kit and kicked his head. The kit trembled and hid himself in his mother's pelt. "Is he alright?" Silverdawn asked. "A little frightened, but he'll be fine." Whitefoot answered. The medicine cat looked mournfully at her kit's dead siblings. "If only I had come sooner..." Whitefoot stepped away from her surviving kit and pressed her nose against the body of the nearest kit. The Windclan cat did the same with the other two before she began digging small holes into the dirt.

With Silverdawn's help, Whitefoot buried the three she-kits. Breezekit watched from under the bush, his innocent eyes dark with sorrow. The two older cats sat by the graves of Whiefoot's kits, silent. "Will you be returning to your camp now?" Silverdawn finally asked. Whitefoot shook her head. "There is nothing there for me now. My clan despises me and I can't trust Webwhisker to care for Breezekit. She just let that wicked she-cat take my kits! Knowing her, she'd probably kill Breezekit herself." The Windclan cat glanced at Silverdawn. "What will you do? I bet your clan doesn't trust thanks to Bloodtail. Will you still go back?"

Silverdawn thought for a moment. "...No. I won't go back. I will not be missed if I leave." "Alright." Whitefoot said. "Then perhaps...we can stay together." Silverdawn's eyes widened. "I know it's a bit sudden," Whitefoot mewed. "But after today, I know I can trust you. You didn't have to help me, but you did. Besides, you're not the only cat Bloodtail tricked." It was true, Silverdawn wasn't the only cat Bloodtail had used to get what he wanted. The Shadowclan warrior had forced Whitefoot to tell a false prophecy to protect her kits and her mate Stonefang from Bloodtail.

"Alright," Silverdawn replied. "As of now, I'm no longer a Thunderclan warrior. We stick together." Whitefoot purred. "I'm glad. Breezekit come." The light brown kit stumbled over to his mother, glancing up nervously at Silverdawn. "Where shall we go?" Whitefoot asked. "We should leave the clan territories." Silverdawn said. "It isn't safe of us to be near the clans at the moment." Whitefoot nodded in agreement and picked up her kit by his scruff. Together, the two she-cats walked along the Moonpool Stream, every step they made took them further and further away from their homes.


Silverdawn stood guard in front of the abandoned badger den while Whitefoot and Breezekit slept. They had made camp outside of the Lake Territories, just north of the Moonpool. The cool night wind blew and millions of stars gleamed in the night sky. Silverdawn doubted that anything would harm them during the night, but she kept watch just to be sure.

Something rutled in the bushes; Silverdawn jumped to her paws and glared into the darkness. From the bushes came a handsome ginger tom. His flame colored pelt had a mystifying glow to it, his emerald green eyes shone like stars. Starry paw prints formed were his paws had been. Silverdawn watched in awe as the tom came closer. "Hello Silverdawn." the tom greeted her. "I am Firestar, I was once leader of Thunderclan and know reside in Starclan."

"Why are you here, Firestar?" Silverdawn asked, still amazed to see the Starclan cat. "There is something I must tell you Silverdawn." The she-cat's eys narrowed. "What?" Firestar stared into her eyes and spoke: "Four will become one, Earth shall join the Air, Darkness, Water and Thunder and will be blessed by the Stars." Silverdawn blinked in confusion. "But what does that mean?" she mewed. "You will soon find out." With that, the former Thunderclan leader began to fade. "Wait don't-!" But the tom was already gone.

"Is everything alright, Silverdawn?" The she-cat turned to see Whitefoot who stared back sleepily. "Who were you talking to?" Silverdawn hesitated. "I...met Firestar." "What?" Whitefoot was now wide awake. "Yes, Firestar came to me," Silverdawn murmured. "He told me a...prophecy. But I don't understand it." Whitefoot's ears flattened against her head. "You too huh..." "What?" Silverdawn questioned.

Whitefoot looked at her companion. "Onestar came to me in my dreams. He told a prophecy as well." Silverdawn couldn't hide her shock. "Onestar, really? What did he tell you?" Whitefoot thought, trying to remember. "He said 'four will become one, Earth shall join the Air, Darkness, Water, and Thunder and will be blessed by the Stars." Silverdawn gasped. "That's what Firestar told me, but what could it mean?" The former medicine cat lifted her head to the night sky and stared up at Silverpelt. "We'll find out soon enough."