A/N: Yes, I know there are many grammar mistakes. This is a pointless drabble about the fire in ThunderClan's old territory. It is slightly AU and very exaggerated.

Disclaimer: Erin Hunter owns the Warriors series

It all started with the drop.

Before, the eerie, unnatural silence dominated the charred forest. There was no life, no hope. And why should there be? Fire had ravaged this world, leaving nothing, nothing but destruction and chaos, nothing in its wake. This world had once been bright and green and full of life, but now it was a bleak, charred wasteland.

Until that drop.

Somewhere deep in the forest, somewhere no one could find, there was a leaf. A single leaf. A single spring green leaf, glowing like a gem among the burnt and destroyed world around it. Somewhere, this leaf promised hope and life, a new world. And on that leaf was a single drop of water.

A single drop of water.

Just a drop. Just a drop of water. But this is water! Water, giver of life! Water, which holds all our hopes! Water, the enemy of fire. And on this spring green leaf, a symbol of life, it stood proudly, promising a new start. Water, builder of all life, was to rebuild this world. Then it plummeted, like a hawk diving at a mouse, ready to change this universe.

Plop!

This single sound broke the silence. Broke the oppressive silence that rang in the forest. And then everything broke free, broke free of its grasp, and this world seemed to come to life again.

Just because of one drop.

Somewhere, a cicada began to chirrup, singing its victory against the fire. The wind, once so ragged and small, was now a healthy breeze rustling the branches. A bird rode the wind, soaring through the sky, looking for a home. And the sun peeked out fro behind a cloud, not daring to believe the new hope. But the forest was alive, so alive, so the sun shone brightly, bringing light to even the darkest of corners. Its sunbeams pierced the oppressive clouds and fell to the earth like angels, bringers of hope. And so, although sky was once bleak and gray, the sun had risen, and there would be hope.

Somewhere deep in the forest, somewhere no one could find, there was a drop. A drop, just a single drop, o small yet so mighty, as it had brought a whole forest back to life. And somewhere deep in the forest, where that drop glistened like a diamond in the soil, there was a single sprout. A single baby green sprout, so small and so frail, but a bold survivalist of the fire. And as time passed and time became just a blur, it grew and it grew, a child of the rich soil and the golden sunlight. And when the trees were green once more, it towered over them, a guardian of the forest. The golden sunlight filtered through its emerald leaves, casting gold-green dapples on the ground, giving life to even the lowest of creatures. And deep in the center of its maze of leaves and branches, there was a leaf. Just a single leaf. A single spring green leaf, glowing like a gem among its relatives. Somewhere, this leaf promised protection and guardianship. And on that leaf was…

A single drop of water.