Title: The Omen: Leaves of Fire, upon the Night
Rating: PG-13 (for some graphic battle scenes, language, and sexual scenes).
Disclaimer: I do not own right to any of the characters in this story. All character rights belongs to Erin Hunter and her team for the Warrior series.
Author of this fanfic: CodyKit
Cast of Characters: Cate Blanchettas Bluestar, Paul Winfield as Whitstorm, Ossie Davis as Sunstar, Alfre Woodard as Swiftbreeze, Ian McKellen as Goosefeather, Anthony Hopkins as Featherwhisker, Roma Downey as Spottedleaf, John Dye as Lionheart, Maggie Smith as Yellowfang, James Remar as Firepaw/Fireheart, Peter Siragusa as Darkstripe, Yvonne Strahovski as Mousefur, Della Reese as Dappletail, Jeremy Irons as Tigerclaw, Sam Shepard as Greypaw/Greystripe, Kate Walsh as Sandpaw/Sandstorm, Josh Holloway as Dustpaw/Dustpelt, Micheal Emerson as Longtail, Harold Perrineau as Ravenpaw, Kevin McKidd as Redtail, Jessica Capshaw as Willowpelt, Hilary Swank as Speckletail, Gerad Butler as Patchpelt, Ellen Pompeo as Frostfur, Kate Winlet as Speckletail, Elizabeth Mitchell as Brindleface
Prologue
Soon after the battle with RiverClan at Sunningrocks, a tortoiseshell tome with a strangely ginger red tail carries a small dusky brown she-cat upon his shoulders. Her wound was leaking so much blood he needed to carry her to his sister's den. However, he did not like the dark and strangely eerie evil glare coming from his clan mate Tigerclaw. He always had a high suspension that Tigerclaw was out to get him. And for him to stop an un-nessary and out numbered war with Riverclan tonight, carried on the further suspension. The tom watches the dark brown tabby closely as he slips out of his sister's den. He did not like him near his baby sister. Tigerclaw's words hung heavily over him, "No Redtai. Thunderclan will never be beaten!" Redtial did not want to admit it, but he half agreed with Tigerclaw. But Thunderclan was losing too many warriors, he had to stop the battle to protect the clan, of what was left after the harsh winter.
Redtail dragged the injured she-cat to his sister's den. He carried the young warrior on his back as he limped to see his sister. "Spottedleaf…we need medicine quick!" The older tom cried as his sister quickly approaches them.
"Put her on the moss bed…careful now." The tortoiseshell she-cat instructed.
Redtail laid the young warrior as he left leg was drenched in blood. He watch his sister gather herbs as the injured warrior's chest heaved in pain. The medicine cat was quickly by the young warrior's side and applied some herbal medicine to her hind leg. A low growl of pain shot out form the injured brown fur cat as Spottedleaf applied the medicine.
"The pain will ease up Mousefur, hang in there." Spottedleaf softly whispers.
Redtail looked at his sister's magical touch as she worked quickly to stop the bleeding. Mousefur soon stop hollering in pain, as the medicine quickly worked to end the pain. Spottedleaf looked at her brother, "Are you hurt too?"
"No." Redtail replies.
"Redtail…" Spottedleaf looks at the scrap on his brow and Redtail dismisses it.
"It's nothing. You don't need to waste your medical supplies on your littermate. I'll be fine. Besides, Mousefur needs the most of your herbs anyways." Redtail meowed.
"I don't need to see my brother to be bleeding himself to death either." Spottedleaf spat. She rushes over to her collection of herbs and hands a leaf filled with oitment to fix his injuries, "Take this."
"Spottles, I don't.." Redtail tries to dismiss his sister's help, but Spottedleaf cuts him off.
"I don't care if you are deputy to Bluestar or not. You are still my brother. You, Willowpelt, and Patchpelt is what I have left. I don't want to see you die, like how I saw Lepardfoot, and how I couldn't…" Spottedleaf could finish the sentence.
Redtail put his head on his sister's head, "Alright, Spots..alright." He nuzzles his sister's matching pelt and gives her top head a quick lick before taking his sister's medicine. Just before he left he turns to the young warrior and gave her a quick word of encouragement. Then he bounded out to join the rest of the warriors in the warrior's den.
After tending Mousefur's wounds, the tortoiseshell she-cat place the injured warrior on a bed of moss in her den. The moon shone brightly through the canopy opening of the leaves. The tortoiseshell she cat walked out of her den as she sees a lone silhouette shadow standing on top of the high rock, with the moonlight lighting up her pelt making it glow of a sliver stream. She gently walks over to the her friend, her leader of the clan. The old wise leader must have heard her approaching as she turns her massive head to look at her.
"How is Mousefur Spottedleaf?" the grey she-cat asks.
"Her wounds are deep Bluestar but she is young and strong. She'll heal quickly." Spottedleaf answers her leader.
"And the others?" Bluestar asks again.
"They will all recover as well." Spottedleaf purred.
"We are lucky not to have lost any more of our warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf. Featherwhisker trained you well." Bluestar purred back and a smile crept on her face. Spotteleaf smiled back, but her smile faded when she saw the despaired in the blue eyed she-cat's eyes. Bluestar gazed back up at Starclan as she spoke to her medicine cat, "I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. Thunderclan has not been defeated in its own territory since I became leader. These are difficult times for our clan. The season of Newleaf is late. There have been fewer kits. Thunderclan needs more warriors if it is to survive."
Spottedleaf turns her gaze from Starclan to Bluestar, "But the year is only beginning. There will be more kits when Greenleaf comes." She assures the great leader.
Bluestar looks down at the ground and sighs, dismissing Spottedleaf's words of encouragement, "Perhaps. But training our young warriors takes time. If Thunderclan is to defend its territory, it must have new warriors as soon as possible."
The two she-cats star off into the night sky and searching Sliverpelt for answers. Spottedleaf softly spoke to her leader, "Are you asking StarClan for answers?"
Bluestar gazed up at StarClan and answers her back with a soft meow, "It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us." Bluestar pause as she looks upon her gifted medicine cat. "Has StarClan spoken to you?"
Spottedleaf took her gaze off the night sky as she looks at the clouded blue depths of her leaders eyes. "Not for some moons, Bluestar." Spottedleaf returns her gaze as the two of them look out in slience.
Just then a sparkling flare of light danced upon the air, as a shooting blazed of cold fire brushed against Sliverpelt's fur. Spottedleaf froze as her eyes search for StarCaln's message. Bluestar soon picked up Spottedleaf's emotion as she turns to look upon her face. After the shooting star crosses and disappears the hair settles down from Spottedleaf as she turns to face Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan."
"What is it?" Bluestar stated searching the rich ember pools of Spottedleaf's eyes.
Spottledleaf turns to look at her, "Fire alone can save our Clan."
Bluestar sqinted her eyes in confusion and turns her gaze from her medicine cat, "Fire?" She echoed Spottedleaf's words. "But fire is feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?"
Spottedleaf shook her head in confusion as well, "I do not know, Bluestar." She then looks at her leader, "But this is the message StarClan has chosen to share with me."
The Thunderclan leader bowed her head and then turns to face the young medicine cat. She has wisdom just like Featherwhisker. She may be the youngest Thunderclan medicine cat, but her wisdom about the earth is what makes her gifted. Bluestar looks at her with such pride and hope, "You have never been wrong before Spottedleaf," she meowed. "If StarClan has spoken , then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan."
Bluestar gazed up at the night sky with Spottedleaf a little while longer, until Spottedleaf turns and heads back toward her den. Bluestar stays up on her perch, until the sun was half way to the ground, when she too goes to her den to sleep.
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A golden beam surrounds the four cats standing under four big oaks upon a ridge of rocks that marks the Gathering where all four Clans to meet as trouce during the full moon. The former ThunderClan leader Sunstar looks at the two former medicine cats of ThunderClan at the new prophecy.
"What is it?" Sunstar ask.
"There has been a new prophecy." A sliverly tom spoke.
"Fire Alone can save the clans is the prophecy," Sunstar spoke out loud.
"Not according to Goosefether." The sliver tom spoke again.
The gigger tom looks at the old cat with grey specks on his coat and stared into the depths of his pale blue eyes, "Goosefeather has always been crazy."
"You foolish tom." The old cat spat. "I am not crazy nor have I've ever been crazy. I still believe that Tigerkit is dangerous, and that he is blood thirst for any source of power and ways of killing. You seen how he reacted tonight at Shunningrocks. And the look he gave to Redtail. I have my keen sense that he will kill him by the next moon."
"That's preposterous!" Sunstar agured. "Tigerclaw will never do such a thing. It's against the law."
Goosefeather just shrugs, "Call me crazy or not, but soon Redtail will be joining us."
The silver tom spoke to his mentor, "Goosefeather tell my brother about this prophecy."
Goosefeather looks upon his former apprentice as a medince cat, "Fire will save Thunderclan from it's troubles, however, with this, comes dangerous waters."
"What does that mean?" A tabby she-cat asks.
Goosefeather looks into the she-cat's green eyes, "It means that one of the Thunderclan cats will betray the code of being a medicine cat to define the love of a warrior."
The sliver tabby bristle his tail and it latches angery from side to side at Goosefeather's words, "That is ludicrous!" Spat the sliver tom. "Spottedleaf will never do such a thing! I taught her right and brought up a good medicine cat that Thundrclan desperately needs. She will never betray the code like Yellowfang! My brother was right you are as crazy as what they say!"
Sunstar steps in his brother's path, "Peace Featherwhisker. No need to start a war with each other."
The tabby she-cat looks at the old medicine cat, "My Spottedleaf will cause a rift in Thunderclan?"
Goosefather looks at her, "Don't know, Swiftbreeze. This could be the worst for Thunderclan or the best. All I know is this will raise dangerous waters for them."