JAYFEATHER DO THE DISCLAIMER :D

Jayfeather: Why?

Because I said so.

Jayfeather: Be careful what you wish for.

DO IT.

Jayfeather: No.

THEN I SHALL MAKE YOU :D

Jayfeather: What are going to do? *rolls eyes*

Push you off a cliff :D

Jayfeather: …Fine. Stormheart021 does not own Warriors. Happy now?

What? Whiteheart stared in astonishment. "What do you mean a prophecy?" He gasped.

"Whiteheart, I believe you may have powers… we just have to figure out what they are. Go ask Lionblaze, Dovewing, and Jayfeather. They will help you to figure your powers out." Bramblestar answered calmly.

"Why?"

"Because they are part of a prophecy, mousebrain!" He said hotly. "Now off with you."

Strongheart padded beside him. "Ow! It feels like I have a thorn in my paw!" As soon as she said that, Berrypelt limped in, complaining that he had stepped on thorn.

Whiteheart and Strongheart stared in astonishment. She hesitantly looked at her paw. "I don't see a thorn in my paw…" She whispered. As casually as he could, he examined her paw.

"I don't see any thorns either…. Maybe this is your power..?"

"But I didn't have the dream!"

"Did you have the dream? DID YOU HAVE THE DREAM?"

"…Fine I did!" she snapped.

"Ok. So apparently your power is to feel the wounds of others?" He guessed. "That's also Yellowfang's gift… perhaps she gave the power to you?"

"I suppose. I did have a dream about her. She nearly clawed my ears off when I asked her why her pelt is fluffy." She muttered.

He snickered. Yellowfang was the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, and the mother of Brokenstar, the ambitious Shadowclan leader, who broke the Warrior Code many times. He had heard many nursery tales about him, and how Firestar, or at that time, Firepaw, had forced him to leave the forest. Whiteheart shuddered. I wonder what it was like by then... He wondered.

"Hi Whiteheart, and Stormheart! Want to go on a hunting patrol with me, Dovewing, Lionblaze, and Wolfpelt?" Nightfur padded over towards them.

"Sure!" Stormheart and Whiteheart mewed in chorus.

Whiteheart scented a squirrel. Finally! He thought, triumphantly. He searched the area he was in, until he spotted the fluffy tail of a squirrel, stiocking out of the grass. Whiteheart stalked the squirrel on silent feet, edging forward. By the time the squirrel had realized he was there, it was too late. Whiteheart pounced on the squirrel, using a swift bite to the neck as the killing blow. He carried his squirrel triumphantly towards the patrol.

"Nice catch!" Stormheart meowed.

"Thanks," He muttered, under a mouthful of squirrel fur.

As they padded towards camp, Whiteheart scented something. ShadowClan! He smelled ShadowClan! The patrol seemed to smell it too, for they ran towards the border, where they saw a ShadowClan patrol heading towards their border, with prey in their jaws.