A tortoiseshell she-cat charged through the ThunderClan forest, all her senses on high alert. The sun beat down on her back, causing her to pant heavily; she really didn't care. There were more important things to worry about. Darting her amber eyes from side to side, the former medicine cat bolted into Four Trees.
The clearing was packed from side to side with starry-furred former clan cats. Their individual clan scents faded as time went on, though you could still distinguish it by scenting hard.
A golden tom laid on the Great Rock with a small red furred cat next to him. The red tom raised his head when the tortoiseshell entered the clearing. "Spottedleaf? What's wrong?"
"Redtail! I... I..." She gasped and slid to the ground; the toms padded to the edge of Four Trees where she fell. The golden colored cat nosed Spottedleaf, and she lifted her head, misery bright in her eyes. "I was wrong, Redtail. About Fireheart's prophecy!"
"What prophecy," asked Redtail's companion.
"Fire alone will save our clan," murmured the former medicine cat. She licked a front paw, drew it over her ears, and sat up. "I was told by Bluestar to tell no one about it, Lionheart."
"How were you wrong?"
Though her eyes remained on her companions, Spottedleaf's amber pools seemed distant. "When I recieved the prophecy, I saw a red rogue standing in the WindClan camp. He told me his name was Fire. I was fixing to ask why he took me to WindClan when a burning cloud shot into the ThunderClan camp. Fire shot towards ThunderClan; I followed him. The clan was completely destroyed. All too many cats died..." She shuddered before continuing. "Fire saved the clan. He was the only one who did."
Redtail tipped his head to the side in confusion. "How does that make you wrong?"
"I thought the sign was about a cat saving ThunderClan." Spottedleaf shot her gaze to the ground as if in defeat. "But I was wrong..." By that point a crowd of StarClan cats gathered around the scene; most of them were from ThunderClan and WindClan.
"You keep saying that. What do you mean?!" A silver WindClan tabby called out.
"By that time in my dream," answered Spottedleaf, "I was sure that a savior would come for ThunderClan. I did not think about the rest of what Fire did. After ThunderClan was saved, he returned to WindClan. Before that, however, he left something for ThunderClan... A white kit."
"A kit?" Lionheart frowned. "Why a kit? Was it his?"
"I do not know if it was his kin or not. All I know is that the moment this kit grew up, a flaming cloud was over ThunderClan and WindClan. They... combined to protect the clans!"
StarClan roared out in confusion and excitement for the two clans.
"What is Fireheart's destiny, then? And what does the prophecy mean for WindClan? Why must they be protected?" Redtail padded over to a grassy spot under one of the great oaks. He purred softly as the greenleaf sun warmed his fox colored fur.
"WindClan were threatened by one of the other clans," answered Spottedleaf. Her eyes betrayed nothing of what was to come. "As for Fireheart..."