Summary: Many moons have passed since the clans fought against the Dark Forest, a the next generation stepping up, and peace has fallen between them. But, when a frightening prophecy appears, terror strikes the clans and history may repeat itself.

ThunderClan

Leader: Cherrystar - small ginger she-cat

Deputy: Dewclaw - gray and white tom

Medicine Cat: Snowpelt - fluffy white tom with amber eyes (Apprentice: Sandpaw)

Warriors:

Molewhisker - large cream-and-brown tom(Apprentice: Cloudpaw)

Seedfur - pale ginger she-cat

Amberpool - gray she-cat with white paws, muzzle, right ear and amber eyes

Greeneyes- brown tom

Dirtpelt - dark brown and ginger tom

Whiteface- black she-cat with a white dash on her forehead

Blackstripe- black tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Apprentices:

Cloudpaw - white tom with amber eyes

Sandpaw - ginger-and-brown tabby tom

Antpaw- ginger tome with white ears

Queens:

Lilyspot - dark tabby she-cat with white patches

Elders:

Dovewing - old gray she-cat with blind blue eyes

Chapter One

The moon hung high in the air, the fullness of it from the previous night beginning to disappear. Stars of the ancestors shone high in the air, glimmering as if trying to reveal untold secrets. The camp was silent, with the exception of the soft drip of water in the medicine cats den. The tom was also awake, laying at the edge of the pool of water with glowing, amber eyes. The water rippled slowly with each drop of water. Snowpelt sighed as he dropped his head, eyes closing.

"Snowpelt?" A soft, young voice came from the side of him and he looked to see his apprentice awake, pale eyes squinted as he woke up. "It there something wrong?"

"No, Sandpaw," he purred lightly, turning himself towards the young tom and pressing his nose to his head gently. "Go back to rest, I am only thinking."

Sandpaw grumbled but dropped his head back to his paws and soon fell asleep. Snowpelt sighed as he got up and walked out of the den. He looked up at the stars, amber eyes reflecting their pattern. "Oh Jayfeather," he sighed, "I hope the others will be willing to help me teach him. I-I don't know much about being a medicine cat. I just hope I do not fail the Clan."

"Snowpelt?" A tentative voice came from beside him and he looked to see the leader. The small, ginger she-cat walked over, amber eyes dull. She sat next to the medicine cat, tail lashing. "Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, just looking to StarClan for assistance." Snowpelt said softly, laying his head onto his paws.

"Aren't we all," Cherrystar chuckled, whiskers twitching in amusement.

Snowpelt scoffed at that, but his nose twitched happily. The two cats sat silently as they watched the camp. The wind rustled the branches of the dens, the leaves dancing through the air as the season changed. Snowpelt caught the sight of movement from the side of his eyes and looked over, taking a sharp intake of air.

In the bushes that lead into camp, two piercing, amber eyes looked at him. Snowpelt was still in shock as the creature crawled out, a large Tiger, an ancestor from long ago. It's pelt was dark with scars and it's ear torn. As soon as it appeared, it disappeared. Snowpelt felt a shiver go through her. A prophecy. Cherrystar felt him become uneasy and ran her tail down the toms spine tom comfort her long time friend.

"A prophecy," Snowpelt whispered, ignoring the way her leader tried to comfort him. Cherrystar froze at the toms words, eyes widening. Snowpelt looked frightened, his pelt bristling as he looking back to the bushes, as if to see if the tiger apparition was still there.

"We haven't have one since . . .," Cherrystar trailed off as Snowpelt nodded.

"I was born during the battle," Snowpelt murmured, "but you were part of it. You, Molewhisker, and Dovewing are the last in the clan to be part of that battle."

"We need to tell Dovewing, she'll know -"

"No."

Cherrystar looked at Snowpelt with wide, frightened eyes. The tom flicked his tail back and forth, amber eyes set on the entrance of the camp. He turned to look at his leader, sighing gently before turning and licking her ear, trotting back off to his den. He paused for a moment, bowing his head and spoke in a low voice.

"As peace settles between the clans, and the young become the old, a new tiger will roar with the strength of a thousand clans and change clan life."