Hello everyone!

After a year of planning, discussion, writing to the bone and nearly throwing my computer out the window this morning because my server decided to be stupid, we have finally released this crossover/collaboration! Both of us still can't believe this story has come from a simple idea to an actual story. And by we, I mean myself and my very good Warriors obsessed friend, Trixygirl. She is the one, not me, who has written this chapter. So, please put all credit to her, not me (I only did a bit of editing, that's all). This prologue is mostly for the Warriors fans (sorry Seussians, you'll just have to wait a little bit longer), as they will know the two characters in this introduction. Also, for those of you who might be wondering the reason behind our release date, today (in Australia), it is March 2nd/Dr Seuss' Birthday! We only thought it would be right to release our story on this marvelous occasion!

Disclaimer: We do not own Warriors or Seussical, it's characters or the books starring them. That belongs to Erin Hunter, Avon Books and Dr. Seuss Enterprise.

We hope you enjoy!

Seussetta and Trixygirl (aka. Sophie and Gabriella)

Warriors: A Seussian Prophecy

Prologue

Bluestar eyed the object, her misty blue gaze sparked with both caution and curiosity. It was a twoleg object, she knew, making it very standoffish. So why was she here, wondering whether or not to take a step closer? Its wide brim and colours leapt out at her boldly, daring her to investigate further. Given the circumstances of being outside Starclan's purposeful borders, she ought to leave it- go caterwauling back to the safety of the other cats. But something kept her here, her knowledge of prophecies, maybe. Experiencing them could be wonderful or terrifying but the information they gave her would be cherished for generations; never forgotten. Maybe she should just touch it- what harm could it bring? Surely, it was sent to her for a reason and apposed no danger.

Hope started to fill her heart like air being pumped into a balloon. The clans were in deep strife; a danger that Starclan could do nothing to help, as it came from themselves. Maybe this foreign object was a sign that help was on the way- the striped white on its pelt showed just that, but yet there was red on it too, which represented blood and more likely than ever, bloodshed.

Bluestar felt herself inching back; this was a twoleg object! How could it help the clan's? If anything, it was a warning! Terror filled her gaze at the thought of how destructive twolegs could be; twolegs had mercilessly ripped up the old forest, her home. She imagined them doing the very same to the lake and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to escape the scene her mind had created; screaming cats, squealing trees as they plummeted to their loud deaths. Too many cats had been lost from that ordeal at the old forest; she couldn't let it happen again. She opened her eyes and saw the twoleg object sitting in front of her. It looked inconspicuous enough, not something that was the sign of doom to all of the clans. Bluestar sighed and let her gaze wonder upward, hopeful the calm atmosphere would rub off on her emotions.

Clouds blotted out the navy sky, ruining a picture perfect scene, but otherwise the coming dawn was pleasant enough. She couldn't see the stars, which Bluestar knew represented their own position in the sky. To her left she could just see the haze of the Dark Forest, mist keeping its occupants stuck in there for eternity. And to the right, her home, Starclan. The sun was just starting to rise over the bend, sending golden beams over the mountaintops in the far distance of Starclan's territory. Bluestar brought her neck down so it was held at the angle it always was. It took a while for her eyes to refocus back onto close surroundings but when they did, she saw a silhouette of a hunched over cat creeping over. She shot a quick look at the twoleg object- half relieved it was still there- before raising her tail in a subtle greeting to her niggly friend.

"Greetings," Yellowfang rumbled, her yellow fur tainted with what looked like rust in the half-light but was really just the signs of age. She walked past Bluestar, saying; "I know what it's like; sometimes you just need to get away from the sunshine and hills of Starclan." She looked over her shoulder and gave the blue she-cat a rustic purr, "It keeps you sane."

"What are you doing here, Yellowfang?" Bluestar mewed, her gaze flitting from the elder to the red and white pelted object.

"Trying to teach some sense to the younger generation," her gaze was grumpy but had the slight presence of some humor as she talked to her former leader. "At the moment you are at a loss to what this hat means, are you not?"

"Hat?" Bluestar repeated slowly, the weird word rolling off her tongue like there was a furball stuck in her throat.

"Hat." Yellowfang dipped her head as she said it again. When Bluestar still looked like a clueless kit, Yellowfang rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "I don't have time for halfwits!" To Bluestar she mewed, "A specific shape of pelt that twolegs wear on their head- that thing." She flicked her tail at the red and white previous abomination. "I am here to explain to you what it means, as you are getting nowhere." She added drily.

Bluestar's face crumpled with slight annoyance but she said nothing; armed with the knowledge that whatever she mewed would be turned into kits words by Yellowfang's scrutinizing manner. So instead she watched Thunderclan's former medicine cat, wondering why she let herself be undermined by the wiry old bag time and time again. Because she's wise, Bluestar thought.

Yellowfang approached the hat, her flat face a mould of determination. Bluestar could tell she was nervous, even though physically she was giving nothing away. Cats were born to be cautious around anything that even led to the thought of 'twoleg' - Yellowfang was no different, no matter how long she had been prospering in Starclan.

Yellowfang stopped a few mouse-lengths away from the hat and brought out her paw. She prodded it quickly, jumping back like an athletic juvenile tom when it moved. She straightened up and gave Bluestar a long look, either trying to cover up for her moment of lost elegance or still trying to act superior, Bluestar couldn't tell. She tuned into Yellowfang's next words, they were in her own tone- signaling it wasn't a prophecy coming out of her mouth- but echoed with lifetime old wisdom.

"Bluestar, in order to escape the hole the clan's have dug themselves into, they need fresh paws. The hat tells me this, but from the colours, red and white I am told-" her aging voice broke off with a gasp and did not return, for when she spoke next, several ancient voices spilled from the old she-cats jaws. "Red; the need of someone who shares our bloodlines but is from a completely different world. White; he will bring hope to the clans and with it, a new tomorrow." Yellowfang gasped, her elderly voice back, and collapsed in a sudden heap on the ground. Bluestar was by her side in a heartbeat.

"Yellowfang, Yellowfang are you okay?" Silence answered her words and during it, Bluestar threw a filthy look at the hat. She had no idea what it meant by the prophecy and had no appreciation for the way it had used Yellowfang to get the message across.

"Yellowfang." She repeated the cats' name, nudging her with her nose. The old cat was breathing the scarce air of a zombie.

The elder started to stir; she managed a muttered, "Am I dead, still?" before regaining her feet, using Bluestar as a support-cat. The former Thunderclan leader let out a huge breath of air in relief when Yellowfang was finally on her feet and no longer needed Bluestar as support.

"Thank Starclan," she murmured out of habit, before mewing. "Yellowfang, what happened?"

Her dark eyes met Bluestar's, "Tell the clans of a hero who is coming our way. He shares our blood but not our state of mind; this is why we need him. We need new thoughts and new ways to come to the clans, otherwise we may face the possibility of becoming no more." She didn't give Bluestar time to react with a gasp, "This hero is somewhere far away- he has no way of knowing he is needed in the world of the clans. I shall see to that," Yellowfang exhaled, "I am unsure of what lies ahead, but all I know is that it is not going to be good. We may face extinction if the cat of this hat doesn't come soon."

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