Robin was running through a forest. Her light brown hair streamed behind her, and she sprinted faster than she ever had before. She moved silently over the ground, until she heard a crash behind a grove of trees. She stopped and saw a huge stag. It was a beautiful tawny color, and as it knelt down to graze, Robin had a strange urge. She leaped at the deer and saw panic in its eyes as her claws sank into its hide.

Robin jolted awake. Another dream. She looked out the window at the forest outside of her home. At night it seemed menacing, as if it were growing closer. And yet...she longed to leave her small cottage and go to the forest. She often had strange thoughts and dreams of the forest, but she didn't know what to make of them.

She couldn't go back to sleep, so she got out of bed, and went to get a drink of water. Even though her house was beautiful, it felt so...artificial. She hated it. The water she drank tasted metallic and the food she bought from the store made her retch. She didn't understand why. She used to love burgers, chips, and other junk food. Now that she had no chance of going back to sleep, she opened her door, and went out to her garden. Silvery moonlight bathed the garden in its rays. Robin smelled pine from the forest, and mint that she had planted by her porch.

She sat outside on her porch for awhile, then began to feel drowsy. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement in the forest. Lightening fast, she jumped up and her eyes were drawn to the movement. There was something out there. Robin shivered, and strained her eyes to see more. No, it must have just been her mind playing tricks on her. She went back inside, and immediately fell asleep.

An old man, with scars all across his face stared at her.

"Agh!" Robin shrieked at his appearance. She backed up and bumped into a beautiful young woman, who's eyes were fierce and full of anger. Robin turned around again, and ran into a small child, who was so beautiful, it made her pause. The man grabbed her shoulder, and she tried to get away again, but he simply said, "Sit."

Instantly, Robin did as she was told. She looked around, and saw she was in the forest. All around her sat hundreds of other men, women, and children. All of them had silver hair, and their skin was pale and shimmery. She shivered in the cold night air. She looked at the man who had told her to sit, and he jumped onto a large boulder in front of all the people. There were already four others up there, two women, and two other men. Many of the people in the crowd were muttering angrily. One of them, a man who looked about thirty, stood up.

"This is ridiculous! How can you expect one of them to help us?"

At his words, one of the women on the boulder stood up. "Stipepelt! Sit down, and shut your mouth, you are embarrassing your clan!" she growled angrily. She seemed younger than the man who had stood up, but he seemed to obey her and though he still looked angry, he also looked distressed at angering the woman.

"Easy, Birchstar," said the man with scars who Robin had first seen, "They have a right to question this decision. Our fate lies in the hands of this Other."

"Take care of your own clan, Cloudstar! Mine can do without the help of one of them."

Another man on the boulder stepped forward, "That's enough, both of you. We have a mission."

Neither Cloudstar, nor Birchstar looked happy about his outburst, but they listened and were quiet. The man now looked down at Robin.

"Do you know why we have brought you here, Other?"

Robin paused for a moment, "I'm not sure, but does it have something to do with the forest?"

The man nodded, "It has everything to do with the forest," he looked at her for a moment before continuing, "Though you do not know it, many moons ago, there were five clans who called this forest home."

"Clans?" Robin interrupted.

"Yes. You might call them...tribes or something of that sort. They were Riverclan, Windclan, Shadowclan, Skyclan, and my own clan, Thunderclan. Each of these clans, lived in a special part of the forest, that they were best suited to. Riverclan lived in a marshy area that a river ran through. They were the best swimmers and caught mostly fish, and other animals that lived in the river. Windclan lived in a hilly area with few trees. They were the fastest, and hunted rabbits and antelope. Shadowclan lived in a dark, thick part of the forest. They crept among the shadows, and had quick reflexes to catch frogs, rats, and other small creatures. Skyclan lived in the part of the forest with the tallest trees. They could climb trees better than anyone else, and caught birds and squirrels with ease. Thunderclan, lived in a part of the forest with lots of undergrowth. They weren't particularly fast or good at any one style of hunting, but they were the strongest, and could bring down full grown bucks by themselves."

"When you say 'caught', do you mean with guns, and bows and arrows?"

The man scowled, "We do not need to anything to help us catch out prey. Our weapons are our teeth, hands, and feet. To use anything else would be cruel, and unfair. It is part of the warrior code that we must hunt with only the weapons we are born with.

"What's the warrior code?"

The crowd gasped, but the man looked understanding, "The warrior code is the most important part of the clans. It tells us how we must live our lives correctly, so that we may be courageous, strong, and honor Starclan. There are sixteen rules you must follow. First, you must defend your clan with your life. You may have friends in other clans, but if your clans go to war, you must be prepared to fight them. Second, you may not hunt on another clan's territory, or trespass without good reason. You must also feed elders and kits before you feed yourself. There, are several more laws, but now is not the time to learn them. We have called you here, because it is your destiny to help us."

"How can I help you?" Robin wondered out loud.

"You must rebuild the clans."

Robin was shocked, "How can I do that? I'm just one person! Besides, I saw someone running around in the woods earlier. They were probably from one of the clans."

The man shook his head, "That was Cloudstar. We are warriors of Starclan, and we no longer walk the earth, except to inform clan leaders and medicine cats of prophecies. This is the clan of the dead, and we are all that's left of the clans."

"How do you expect me to help you? And why me? Isn't there anyone else who can help you?"

"We chose you, because your ancestors are part of the clans. The blood of the clans lies strongest in you."

To say Robin was blown away by this news, would be an understatement, "But...but...." Robin sighed and asked, "How can I help you?"

"You must find others to join the clans. You must find at least ten for each clan, not including kits. Take them to the forest, and never return to this half life."

The silver people began to fade.

"Wait! How will I speak to you?"

"We will come when there is need to teach you more, Robin. Go now, at the new day, and find those with the blood of the clans."

Robin woke up to find the sun shining through the window. She sighed. Better call in sick today. She had a lot to do.