The cats' comments will be in normal font, along with my A/N at the end. If I get reviews, I will continue!

I got the idea for this from Ivypool! I do not own Warriors because, if I did, Pinestar would never have left to be a kittypet

Cats:

ThunderClan:

Squirrelflight

Daisy

Graystripe

Ivypool

Brightheart

Bramblestar

Leafpool

Jayfeather

Dovewing

Cloudtail

Poppyfrost

Briarlight

ShadowClan:

Littlecloud

Tawnypelt

Tigerheart

WindClan:

Onestar

Sedgewhisker

Crowfeather

Tallstar

RiverClan:

Mistystar

Mothwing

Reedwhisker

SkyClan:

Billystorm

Leafstar

Sharpclaw

Tribe:

Stormfur

Brook

StarClan:

Ravenpaw

Silverstream

Tallstar

Blackstar

Sandstorm

Whitestorm

Ashfur

Bluestar

Firestar

Spottedleaf

Longtail

Dustpelt

Hollyleaf

Fallen Leaves

Dark Forest:

Hawkfrost

Tigerstar

Brokenstar

Darkstripe

Brightheart rushed into the camp, a large squirrel clamped in her mouth. She noticed a larger number of cats than usual in the camp. On a closer inspection, some were from StarClan and even the Dark Forest. "Woah, what's happening?" she asked.

"We're going to read this book these Twolegs wrote about us!" Cloudtail meowed excitedly.

"Wow, sounds like fun! Mind if I join?" Brightheart asked.

"Not at all," Cloudtail mewed, scooting over to reveal an empty spot next to him.

As Brightheart sat down, she noticed there were some cats she didn't know there. She glanced curiously at a ginger and white tom, a brown and cream tabby she-cat, and a ginger tabby tom. She angled her ears toward them. "Who are they?"

"Oh, those are cats from SkyClan, the fifth Clan," Firestar said, turning around.

There's a fifth Clan? Brightheart wondered. Then, she noticed another ginger and white tom sitting next to Hollyleaf. He looked very friendly with Hollyleaf. Could he be from another Clan? I've never seen him before.

A yowl from Firestar silenced her thoughts. "Let us begin! Who wants to start reading?"

"I will," Tallstar said, "if nobody minds." He began reading.

A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver.

Ivypool: I don't recognize this from our territory.

Bramblestar: Mouse-brain! That's because this takes place in the old forest.

The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond. There was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around, lithe dark shapes crept stealthily over the rocks.

Poppyfrost yelped: What are those? Cats? Foxes? Badgers?

Jayfeather rolled his eyes: Mouse-brain! This book is obviously about cats.

Unsheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. Wary eyes flashed like amber. And then, as if on a silent signal, the creatures leaped at each other, and suddenly the rocks were alive with wrestling, screeching cats.

Daisy: Oh, I don't like this at all. So much fighting! Stop it! Stop it!

Dustpelt rolled his eyes: Calm down, mouse-brain. There's a lot more fighting where that came from.

At the center of the frenzy of fur and claws, a massive dark tabby pinned a bracken-colored tom to the ground and drew up his head triumphantly.

Bramblestar: Oh no. That''s not...you, is it, Tigerstar?

Tigerstar: Why, as a matter of fact, it is!

Squirrelflight: But who's that other tom?

Mistystar: That's Oakheart, RiverClan's deputy.

"Oakheart!" the tabby growled."How dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"

Mothwing looked embarrassed: Go Dad go! ...What? I'm being supportive.

"After tonight, Tigerclaw, This will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" the bracken-colored tom spat back.

Reedwhisker: Yes! Go RiverClan!

A warning yowl came from the shore, shrill and anxious."Look out! More RiverClan warriors are coming!"

Ravenpaw: I gave that yowl

Tigerclaw turned to see sleek wet bodies sliding out of the water below the rocks. The drenched RiverClan warriors bounded silently up the shore and hurled themselves into battle without even stopping to shake the water from their fur.

Silverstream, rubbing against Graystripe: Ah, one of our many talents

The dark tabby glared down at Oakheart. "You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors do not belong in this forest!" He drew back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled beneath him.

Sandstorm: Don't hurt Oakheart! ...Sorry that's what I was thinking in the battle

The desperate scream of a ThunderClan she-cat rose above the clamor. A wiry Riverclan tom had pinned the brown warrior flat on her belly. Now he lunged toward her neck with jaws still dripping from his swim across the river.

Whitestorm: Hey, it's Mousefur!

Tigerclaw heard the cry and let go of Oakheart. With a mighty leap, he knocked the enemy warrior away from the she-cat. "Quick Mousefur, run!" he ordered, before turning on the RiverClan tom who has threatened her. Mousefur scrambled to her paws, wincing from a deep gash on her shoulder and raced away.

Ashfur: Ouch….

Behind her, Tigerclaw spat with rage as the RiverClan tom sliced open his nose. Blood blinded him for an instant, but he lunged forward regardless and sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy. The RiverClan cat squealed and struggled to get free.

Bluestar: Why do the Twolegs not give a description?

"Tigerclaw!" The yowl came from a warrior with a tail as red as fox fur. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!"

Firestar: Redtail!

"No Redtail. ThunderClan will never be beaten!" Tigerclaw yowled back, leaping to Redtail's side. "This is our territory!" Blood was welling around his broad black muzzle, and he shook his head impatiently, scattering scarlet drops onto the rocks.

Spottedleaf: Yuck. You should have come to me so I could clean your wound

"ThunderClan will honor your courage, Tigerclaw, but we cannot afford to lose any more of our warriors." Redtail urged. "Bluestar would never expect her warriors to fight against these impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's amber-eyed gaze steadily, then reared away and sprang onto a boulder at edge of the trees.

Longtail: This defeat will definitely be avenged, like when Tigerstar ki-

Dustpelt shoved his tail over Longtail's mouth: Don't spoil the book for those who weren't there

"Retreat, ThunderClan! Retreat!" He yowled. At once his warriors squirmed and struggled away from their opponents. Spitting and snarling, they backed toward Redtail. For a heartbeat, the RiverClan cats looked confused. Was this battle so easily won? Than Oakheart yowled a jubilant cry. As soon as they heard him, the RiverClan warriors raised their voices and joined their deputy in caterwauling their victory.

Hollyleaf: Good tactical approach.

Fallen Leaves flicked Hollyleaf's shoulder with his tail: Tactical approach? Since when do you know what a tactical approach is?

Redtail looked down at his warriors. With a flick of his tail, he gave the signal and the ThunderClan cats dived down the far side of the Sunningrocks, then disappeared into the trees.

Hawkfrost: Never retreat. It's a sign of weakness.

Tigerstar: That's my son!

Tigerclaw followed last. He hesitated at the edge of the forest and glanced back at the bloodstained battlefield. His face was grim, his eyes furious slits. Then he leaped after his Clan into the silent forest.

Brokenstar: Ahh, blood. The best part of everything

Squirrelflight edged away from Brokenstar: That's disgusting

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

Bluestar: OLD? Tallstar, really?

Tallstar: Hey, it's *squints at author* Erin Hunter, not me.

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

Spottedleaf: Hey, that's me!

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

Longtail: Is she ok? I would die if anything happened to her!

"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."

Longtail: Phew. That was close

"And the others?"

Dustpelt: Yeah, like me! My leg ached for days after the battle

"They will all recover, too."

Hollyleaf: What a relief!

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."

Fallen Leaves: We had much less sharpclaws than you, and we were able to survive...I think

Hawkfrost: Sharpclaws?

Jayfeather: The equivalent to warriors

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

Dovewing: Aw, kits! So adorable!

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

Cloudtail: I'm hungry. Is it over yet?

Tallstar: Please, no interruptions!

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

Poppyfrost: How do leaders do that? She's just staring at the sky

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

Briarlight: Probably not

"Not for some moons, Bluestar."

Littlecloud: That's really unrealistic. What about our half-moon meetings at the Moonstone?

Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the 's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled. Bluestar's ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.

Tawnypelt: Is she having a seizure? I read a rumor where medicine cats have seizures when they receive prophecies.

Tigerheart: C'mon Tawnypelt, that's a load of mouse dung...right, Spottedleaf?

Spottedleaf: I'll never tell

After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our Clan."

Longtail: Why couldn't it have been Long tails can save our Clan?

Dustpelt: Yeah, or Dust alone can save our Clan?

Firestar: Quiet! Fire ALONE can save our Clan!

"Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?

Firestar: ME! THAT'S HOW!

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 will save our clan."

Spottedleaf: Yeah, I've never been wrong!

Bluestar: Come off it; we all know that's not true

Spottedleaf: You said it yourself!

Graystripe: Is that it? I'm so hungry…

Brightheart, with Cloudtail at her heels: Honestly….Race you to the fresh kill pile!

A/N: Review please! Should I add or remove any cats? And who should read next?