I do not own Warrior's Cats.

I hope you enjoy my story, I did come up with this plot myself. This story takes place after Bramblestar's Storm. :)

Prologue

A star-lit night loomed over the peaceful forest. Swiftly, an orange tom padded through the trees, entering a small clearing. A blue-gray she-cat sat, waiting on a rock staring up to the stars.

"Hello Bluestar," the orange tom meowed, greeting the she-cat with a polite flick of his tail.

"Greetings Firestar," she answered, turning her head away from the starry night to look at the tom. "As you know, the prophecy is here, have you chosen the one?"

The tom turned his head slightly, sitting down on the rock beside Bluestar. "I have someone in mind."

"Here is my chosen one," Bluestar meowed flicking her tail then gazed back at the stars.

A swirl of stars created a cat, padding in the forest. Her dark pelt almost invisible, except for a white paw and tip tail.

"Hmm, a ThunderClan cat?" Firestar meowed; his eyes brimmed with pride for his former clan.

"Did you have another clan in mind?" the she-cat meowed, flicking her tail with slight irritation.

Twitching his whiskers, Firestar nodded. "I think I made up my mind."

The bushes rustled as two more cats padded from the forest. Turning his head, Firestar greeted the cats with a purr.

"Ah, Skywatcher, Cloudstar."

"Hello Firestar, you told us to meet you here," Cloudstar meowed, his grey and white dappled pelt shined in the starlight. A dark grey warrior with deep blue eyes smiled at the orange tom.

"Good to see you Firestar," he meowed.

"You too, Skywatcher," Firestar answered, resting his tail on Skywatcher's shoulder.

"Why are they here Firestar?" Bluestar asked through slit eyes.

"Yes, I was wondering the same thing," Cloudstar asked, gazing at Firestar with bright blue eyes.

"I have chosen my cat," Firestar meowed; he flicked his tail for all the cats to gather at the rock.

The trees silently swayed with the breeze, the orange tom sat neatly by the rock. With a flick of his tail, stars swirled and a young cat glowed in the night. Cloudstar's eyes twinkled at the sight and Skywatcher gave a raspy purr.

"Are you sure she is the one?" the blue-gray she-cat questioned.

"She is special, different than the others. She is the one, Bluestar," A fiery orange tom meowed stubbornly. Bluestar dipped her head in respect. Skywatcher flicked his ear, agreeing to Firestar's words.

"Different is right," Bluestar rumbled under her breath. "I never doubted your judgment Firestar, and I won't doubt you now." The she-cat gazed at the starry warrior, meowing louder. "Let us hope she finds her way."

Cloudstar turned to Bluestar, "I can tell their medicine cat. I'm sure she can help them find their way."

"How will survive the journey? If they do live, how will the clan take this news? ThunderClan will not accept random kits to the clan." Bluestar questioned after a long silence. Skywatcher twitched his tail, in deep thought.

"They will have guidance from a StarClan cat, only she will be able to see him though. And Bramblestar will know when they come. Remember, the kit won't be alone." Firestar said, resting his tail neatly around his paws. Bluestar looked at her former apprentice, now a great leader.

"Yet Firestar, I don't understand how you will tell this young kit." Skywatcher asked, twitching his whiskers with curiosity.

"She will be sent a dream. I trust that you will accept this?" Firestar answered, gazing at the Cloudstar. Cloudstar nodded, turning to the other cats.

"Both cats must know their fate, before it is too late." He meowed at Firestar. The orange tom's green eyes shined.

"The battle is rising."

Jayfeather woke with a start. Stretching his jaws into a large yawn, he noticed his apprentice, Alderpaw, stirred in his sleep. Shaking his head, Jayfeather sat up, thinking of things to do today.

The clan has been peaceful, plentiful kits and warriors. Even after the terrible flood, the forest was lush with prey. It was relaxing, too relaxing.

Nothing has happened, yet. Cinderheart and Dovewing were in the nursery, ready to have kits. This was Cinderheart's second litter, and she was so close to having kits, he would have to stay in the camp until she did.

Padding out to the nursery, Jayfeather entered the den. Daisy was fast asleep, but Dovewing and Cinderheart lay awake, meowing to one another.

"Good morning Jayfeather," Dovewing purred to him. "Have you come to check on us?"

Jayfeather nodded, although he was blind, he padded to the two she-cats confidently.

"My stomach is so big I bet an apprentice would think I'm a badger!" Cinderheart meowed, looking at her large flank.

"I bet the kits are gonna be healthy," Dovewing meowed warmly as Jayfeather checked Cinderheart.

"Two kits," Jayfeather corrected, "healthy as can be." He meowed.

Cinderheart purred happily. Jayfeather turned and began to check Dovewing, her flank was a little smaller than Cinderheart's. "You," Jayfeather meowed, looking at Dovewing, "are gonna have two kits as well."

Dovewing purred loudly, "Bumblestripe is going to be excited!" Jayfeather nodded, then said goodbye to the queens. Poppyfrost should move to the nursery soon…

Returning to the medicine den, Alderpaw was now awake and sorting herbs.

"How are the queens?" Alderpaw meowed.

"Good," Jayfeather answered, sniffing the sorted herbs. "Cinderheart is going to be kitting any time now," he added. As if a command, a yowl sounded from outside.

"Cinderheart is kitting!" Jayfeather's brother, Lionblaze yowled. Jayfeather wasn't surprised that the father of the litter was the first to be yowling.

"Alderpaw, get me soaked moss. Lionblaze, get me a nice strong stick from the forest." Jayfeather meowed, rushing out of the den, he dashed into the nursery to find Daisy coaxing Cinderheart.

"Take deep breaths, you've done this before." Daisy meowed gently.

"Thanks Daisy, I'll take it from here." Jayfeather meowed, stroking Cinderheart's flank. Contractions were coming as waves of pain, making Cinderheart yowl.

"Here's the water," Alderpaw meowed, giving Cinderheart sips.

"And the stick," Lionblaze meowed, handing Jayfeather a sturdy stick.

"Good, Alderpaw take Lionblaze outside make sure he stays out," Jayfeather said to his apprentice.

Once they left, Jayfeather turned to Cinderheart, time to begin.

"It's two toms," Jayfeather meowed to the exhausted queen. It was sunhigh, it had taken a very long time for the kits to be born.

As Jayfeather reached down to lick the larger kit, he felt the ground change beneath him.

His capability to see proved to him that it was a vision. Looking around, he was in ThunderClan, but everything was blurring and unrecognizable.

A fiery orange she-cat was padding into the forest, followed by a black and white she-cat. Snarls echoed all around them. A tall muscular grey tom faced them, yellow eyes gleamed in the blur. Drawing out his long jagged claws, more eyes peered into the darkness. With a yowl, cats from ThunderClan followed the orange she-cat into a battle with cats that followed the grey tom. Snarl and the scent of blood filled the air the two cats battled.

Echo and shade shall unite to fight against the jagged rule over the clan. The trapping claw won't break unless an echo turns to a star.

Waking with a start, Jayfeather was back in the nursery, the new kit was still squealing loudly.

Shaking the chill from his back, Jayfeather stood straight as the strong kit began suckling his mother.

"He is grey like me, but he looks so strong like his father." Cinderheart meowed warmly. "And the other one is golden like Lionblaze!" the queen purred. "They'll be great warriors."

"What are their names?" Jayfeather jumped as his brother's voice meowed from behind him.

"Jaggedkit." Cinderheart purred grooming the larger kit. "And Swiftkit." Meowed, nudging the second kit.

Jayfeather left the nursery, he sat down and thought about his strange vision.

No, not a vision, a prophecy.

Hope you enjoyed! :D