A.N: So…It's been about almost 3 years I guess since I even published the prologue but as of now, I think it's time for me to remake everything. It's a new story. I'm sorry that you don't get to see the original LongxOC, BUT for those who like LongFire, then you're in luck. And for those who don't wanna read yaoi, well, I say DON'T READ IT! Hater's gonna hate, but I expect y'all to be humans and be kind in the comments. (besides, there's bound to be people who read yaoi…*points at the people who ship Dan and Phil, JohnLock, Revengeshipping, Pernico, and BonxRin* a whole shit load of them). Of course you'll see revisions because of some kind of thing that makes me feel like I have OCD and just wants to make every single piece of work perfect. So bear in mind.

I do not own the Warrior series, Erin Hunter does.

Prologue: Love Makes it Grow

Damn it…this is more aggravating whenever I think of it. Thunderclan has not lose any territory since I became leader…and it's aggravating. We just lost territory in the Sunningrocks from Riverclan and although I'm relieved and thankful that none of our warriors were killed in the fray…from what experience tells me, there's a time when to attack and a time not to; leading to a bloodbath. I look up at the sky, hoping that Starclan will give me a sign, a star that will twinkle to me that they heard my prayers & they have my answer. I hear paw steps from behind me and it had a familiar scent… it must be Spottedleaf. I look behind and in my relief it was Spottedleaf. "How is Mousefur?" I said to her in the wonders of what the condition of the warriors that returned from the battle. "The wounds are deep, but she is young and strong; she will heal quickly." Replied Spottedleaf as she padded next to me. "What about the others?" "The will all heal as well."

I sighed in relief but that still doesn't change the matter. "We are lucky none of our warriors were lost this time. You are a talented medicine cat Spottedleaf." I looked up at the sky once more and studied the stars and the moon. "This is a troubling night Spottedleaf," I said finally, "Thunderclan has not been beaten in its own territory since I became leader. These are the most troubling times that Thunderclan has faced in seasons. Newleaf has officially come and there have been fewer kits. If Thunderclan is to survive, we need new warriors as soon as possible."

"But the year has just begun," Spottedleaf pointed out. "There will be more kits when greenleaf comes." I thought for a moment. She's right. There will be more kits when greenleaf but its still moons away...we need the warriors as soon as possible. "Indeed," I said, "however, the training for the apprentices is extensive and can span for moons and maybe seasons. If Thunderclan is to defend itself, then we must have new warriors as soon as possible." I look at the sky once more… I just hope they'll send me a sign. Damn it! There is a need of a miracle, I think's needed here right now! "Are you asking Starclan for answers?" the tortoise she-cat asked. "These are the times where we ask for the guidance of our ancient warriors." I began, telling her that in difficult times we ask our ancestors for guidance. "Have you spoken to Starclan yet?" I asked her, hoping that she had an answer. "Not for some moons."

I see a shooting star fly across the treetops. It rolled from one side of the sky into the other. I then saw Spottedleaf, her tail twitching and her spine bristled. My ears perked up and kept quiet as Spottedleaf continued to gaze up. After a few moments, she lowered her head down and she turned to me. "It was a message from Starclan," she murmured, her eyes having a distant look. "To save the clans, you give it fire. To save the unloved one, the fire gives him love." Fire? I thought to myself. And…why love? How does this help us? "How is fire going to save us? It's feared by all of them, it brings destruction and death so…how?" "I do not know." She admitted," but this is the message Starclan has decided to share to me." My eyes are then fixed onto the medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before Spottedleaf." I said to Spottedleaf, "If Starclan answered my prayers then, then it might be so… The fire will save our clan…but love makes it grow." I hope that this is true. I just hope this is it. If we were to survive, then we need those two.

A.N.:

I like to say thank you all for looking over this fanfic all over again; I know that it will be hard to understand but I hope you will continue on reading. So, review and leave a comment. And as always, Don't Forget To Be Awesome!