Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys Red Dawn. This story will follow the new kits of Firestar, especially the tom. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. It belongs to the Erins. The only things I own is the plot-line and the original characters.
Prologue
Jayfeather sat in the corner of the nursery listening to the soft purrs and mews of his grandfather and grandmother along with his littermate Lionblaze as they fawned over the three new kits. Two were she-cats and the third was a tom. By what he heard, they were quite beautiful. Being blind, he didn't have an opinion. The fact alone they were the ThunderClan leader's kits were worrisome enough. There was already a prophecy concerning the kin of Firestar's kin. Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Dovepaw filled the roles of the Three that held the power of the stars in their paws, but what type of prophecy will surround this three kits? Or will there be a prophecy at all?
"Have you named them yet?" asked Lionblaze.
A purr came from Firestar. "Yes. The ginger she-kit is Flamekit. The tortoiseshell she-kit is Spottedkit."
"And the red tabby with red stripes is Dawnkit." added in Sandstorm, her voice betraying her exhaustion.
At the name, images flooded Jayfeather's sight.
The trees on ThunderClan's territory were barely recognizable charred wood and the grass was stained red with blood. Dead bodies were scattered around, rotting and filling the air with the stink of death. The lake that all the Clans had settled around was dry, the ground cracked. Wails of despair and suffering from the remaining live cats filled Jayfeather's ears. The cats making the noise were gaunt and skinny looking as if they hadn't eaten in a few days or weeks. And over it all was the insane evil laughter that kept on and on, imprinting itself to his mind.
Then the images were gone, leaving the medicine cat blind and with a feeling of dread and foreboding. The voices of Firestar, Sandstorm and Lionblaze returned, joyous and affectionate. He got to his paws, bid a farewell and pushed his way out of the nursery.
Dawnkit was going to be the end of the Clans.