Dino: Hello. Call me Dino... The Deino, it's the best name right?

NegNarwhalz: I'll just volunteer as the second person.

Dino: And here comes the disclaimers that should've come.

NegNarwhalz: I don't get it...

Dino: That's the whole point... Well I don't own Warriors. If I did... heh... heh

Prologue

"I have bad omens Swiftreed." Flashpaw mewed, dipping his head.

Swiftreed growled and glared at him with sharp green eyes. "You always have these omens, I'm afraid you aged over me by thirty moons!" She snorted, Flashpaw opened his mouth to protest but she continued. "Additionally most of your prophecies and omens are absolutely false."

"This one is true I promise!" Flashpaw winced.

Swiftreed stared at him intently before meowing. "Then prove it."

Flashpaw sighed gratefully and beckoned for Swiftreed to follow, before leading her to the edge of the moorland. There was a patch of sky which was heavily coated with stars- the sighting place fore Mapleclan, Swiftreed squinted her eyes and looked through, Mapleclan was normal, not a sight of peril to be seen. "I don't see anything." Swiftreed growled impatiently.

"Look over here!" Flashpaw hissed, pointing to a small ivy den well hidden but not too far from Mapleclan's barriers. Swiftreed looked into the ivy den, expecting to see a badger- but to her surprise inside the den was a queen, with three kits by her side.

"I don't see what's so troublesome about loners, I'm sure Mapleclan will drive them out to a place where they can live happily." Swiftreed muttered, unsurprised.

"No it's not that." Flashpaw mewed hastily. "I'm quite sure one of these kits is ruining our world's balance." Again sharp eyes pierced him. Swiftreed took a closer look at the ivy den and then silence fell upon them. The few moments of heartbeats seemed to be a whole minute before Swiftreed finally questioned him again, but with a much softer and understanding voice.

"By the world's balance, what do you mean?" Swiftreed asked.

Flashpaw seemed to be confused at himself for a moment. "It means there will be chaos physically and mentally, I suppose perhaps drought, more harsh leaf-bares and even the disbelief of Starclan."

"I do feel something quite... odd coming from one of those kits, like a troublesome aura or so." Swiftreed admitted, Flashpaw seemed pleased by her agreement but it wasn't long before Swiftreed was in a tempered mood again. "What does a kit have to do with the fall of the world?!" She shrieked.

Flashpaw shrugged. "I have no idea too but I do know that so far no damage is being done, but it will be noticed soon. And it will be chaotic. This kit is born cursed and I know it, even Honeystrike knows-"

"Honeystrike knows?!" Swiftreed cut in, shoving her muzzle in his face. "We need to talk to her!" She growled, her gaze flickering rapidly without ease. Flashpaw sighed, beginning to lose his patience.

Suddenly clouds rolled in from the sky casting an ominous wind throughout the border of the moorland and the forest, bad weather is unusual, Flashpaw thought uneasily . A small silver tom dashed in, his spotted pelt was highly easy to spot out in the greenness and brown. "Minnowstreak what are you doing here?" Flashpaw asked carefully, trying not to increase the noticeable panic in the tom's eyes.

"Come follow me, Honeystrike is gathering the cats." Minnowstreak informed them, dipping his head respectfully.

"I knew so!" Swiftreed snickered. Both Flashpaw and Minnowstreak shushed her. They trailed back onto the side of the moorland, seeing couple of cats race past them on their way, it wasn't long before they reached a lake, crowded with many cats.

Honeystrike, the dead deputy of Juniperclan and now one of the most respected cats in Starclan stood on the biggest of many rocks. The starry sky seemed to have lots its stars and now was a horrible obsidian black as Flashpaw glanced at them and gulped.

"Starclan, I suppose you know about our greatest threat." There was a murmur of agreement throughout the cats, which was silenced by Honeystrike's gentle yet strong gaze. Her gaze seemed to travel through the crowd, hushing each cat on its way.

"Was I the last cat to know?" Swiftreed mumbled quietly, loud enough for Swiftreed to hear.

"I suppose." Flashpaw mewed. "I wasn't the first to know."

Before Swiftreed could reply Honeystrike had spoken. "Look into the lake." She informed the crowd, every cat had shuffled towards the lake, evenly spreading out. "Near Mapleclan lies a loner and her kits." She mewed with surprising sympathy.

A beautiful silver she-cat with darker dapples was sleeping peacefully in a cramped but comfortable dirt bedding. The innocence of the kits and the thought that one of them would be a danger to the whole of the warrior's world hurt Flashpaw's heart.

He examined the three kits, two she-kits and a tom. Then Honeystrike mewed. "Getting rid of this kit isn't going to be easy, we know that the kit is the grey she-kit out of the three, and we are going have to kill it." There was a great wince amongst the cats.

"I do know it is against the warrior code but there shouldn't be too much damage if we could wait six moons." Honeystrike added swiftly. "Then we must bring the she-kit's body here and then dispose it in this very lake."

"Why the lake? Is this some kind of tradition?" Swiftreed asked gruesomely.

"The dark forest is toying with us, the warrior code and this kit."

"Why would they do such a terrible thing?! And to a loner's kit?!" Swiftreed cried.

"I do hate this too but I cannot change how the dark forest thinks." Honeystrike mewed, surprisingly calm.

There were more protests among the crowd but they were instantly shushed.

"Do you want this chaos? Or would you rather have a loner's kit die?" Honeystrike mewed in a demanding voice. The cats shifted their paws uncomfortably untio murmuring in agreement.

"Then it is settled, we will warn the warriors when the time has come." Honeystrike declared, seeming relieved being drawn away from the edge of quarrel.

"The chapters will be longer"

~ Fanfictioners