Hello again! This chapter will start out with a scene from the book, the Last Hope to be precise. If you haven't read that yet, beware of spoilers.

Chapter 2

Jayfeather felt his paws slip into the countless prints left by the ancients countless seasons before. He breathed in the cool night air, letting it sweep away his worries. But nothing could compare to what was about to come.

The final battle was drawing closer with every heartbeat, and he was powerless to stop it. But if he could only convince StarClan to come together once again, they stood a chance against beating the Dark Forest. If only. He stepped into the hollow, Moonpool glittering in the light of the half-moon.

He called out, "Is anyone there?" No answer. But he could sense a presence. He inhaled, but there was no scent of anything alive but himself. He sighed, dipping his nose into the cold, still water.

"Jayfeather." Said an unknown voice. He turned around, disappointed to find himself not in the meadows of StarClan, but the same hollow. At least he could see now.

"Jayfeather." He heard the voice again, coming from a black-spotted white she-cat with a pink nose.

"Who are you?" he asked, blinking.

"Brambleberry of RiverClan."

Brambleberry? He recognized her distinct pelt after a few heartbeats, he had seen it many times among the ranks of StarClan.

"Did Willowshine send you?" he asked, hoping feverently that it was true. This would mean that there was still some kind of connection between the four Clans, which was definitely welcome.

"I came to appeal to your wisdom, not hers." She meowed, shaking her head.

"But you're RiverClan." Why would she have come? Why not Yellowfang or Spottedleaf?

"So?" Her eyes sparkled with starlight. "The clans are like honeysuckle. One tendril chokes the other to reach for the light, believing they grow from separate stems."

Jayfeather was listening carefully to her analogy, pricking his ears. He was unsure about how there was one "root" and how the clans aren't actually divided. But it all became clear after she had explained it to him. He still didn't like it though, not wanting to associate with the other Clans, even though he was half-clan.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, tail twitching. He argued that being half-clan wasn't a good thing, but was quickly cut down by Brambleberry saying it didn't matter. Then the Moonpool rippled, reflecting the lake in its clear water.

There were no boundaries, no scent lines, just beautiful lands all blending together. He understood now. Understood why he had to make StarClan see reason. Understood why the Clans had to unite to stop the darkness from invading their homes and hearts.

"Three must become four to save all the Clans." Brambleberry's voice echoed throughout the hollow. Her pelt began to fade, but not before she had uttered one more line, "And six will come to stop the darkness in its tracks."

Jayfeather thought about the last line for a moment, it was new to him. So apparently we need even more help than we already have? StarClan must have lost faith in the Three. But his thoughts were interrupted by a terrible vision of the Dark Forest. He saw his Clanmates learning the evil battle moves of the Dark Forest, narrated by none other than Brokenstar.

He was frozen to the ground as a wave of malignant Dark Forest warriors surged forth, about to rip him to shreds, but he could do nothing about it. Half a heartbeat later, six silhouettes of cats leaped up, forcing the wave back with amazing power. Are these the six destined to stop the Dark Forest? What Clan do they belong to? The vision was abruptly stopped by a prodding on his shoulder. Mothwing.

They talked of the problems of the Clans for a while, Jayfeather learning of the internal problems of RiverClan.

"Are you coming?" asked Mothwing, as she headed out of the hollow. Jayfeather shook his head.

"I have to find something out first." He let Mothwing go, thinking of whether or not she was the fourth. But that was unimportant. He had to know more about the Six.

He touched his nose back into the water, willing himself to sleep again. Nothing happened. It seemed as if StarClan had nothing more to say. He turned around to leave, and as soon as he exited, a great wind shook the leaves of the towering trees, almost knocking him over in process. He growled softly, righting himself. The air was strangely still after that random gust. A sign from StarCLan? He thought. It was very likely, considering the circumstances. He would think about it in the morning.

Six shapes slipped out of the water of the Moonpool. The first was a light brown tom with faint tabby stripes, an overly large straw hat draped over his head, he struggled weakly for a few moments. After that, a bright ginger she-cat, with an oddly shaped marking on her shoulder, a pinwheel and a tangerine. An extremely muscular brown-green tom slipped out, three massive swords clattering beside him. Then a skinny black tom with a strangely long muzzle, goggles, and a white hat came out, with a sling-shot strapped to his waist, but the strap was too big so it looked like it was about to fall off. Then a tiny, pale brown tom came out, with a strange blue nose and a big blue and pink hat that had fallen over his head. This one seemed to be drowning. Last but not least, a bright yellow tom came out, with a long tuft of fur covering his right eye and a black swirl above his left. The tom with a straw hat and the small tom with the blue and pink hat were dragged out by the green tom and the yellow one.

The cats stood up shakily, not used to their feline bodies. After falling over a few times, they got the hang of it, and padded out of the hollow into a strange forest not unlike the one they were in before.

Jayfeather woke up to the sound of paw steps from outside his den. He heard Dovewing dashing up. "Jayfeather, some cats are here. I don't know if they are friend or foe."

"How many are there?" he asked warily. There was no way the Dark Forest was attacking already.

"Six." She stated. "They don't seem too hostile, but sound extremely clumsy. Like they don't know how to move a cat's body properly. It's really strange." She meowed, glancing around the clearing.

"Six?" he meowed. The same number as the cats that were supposed to stop the Dark Forest. "I want to meet them." He mewed, his whiskers quivering. "Get Lionblaze, we'll need him for this."

"Lionblaze?" suddenly it dawned on her. "It's something about the prophecy isn't it?"

Jayfeather nodded, "I'll tell you on our way there. Where are they?"

"Near Moonpool."

Jayfeather pondered this for a moment, before heading to the warrior's den to rouse Lionblaze. After that had been said and done, the three began heading towards Moonpool.

"So what is this about another prophecy?" asked Lionblaze, irritated that his brother had neglected to speak of it to Dovewing and himself.

"Two actually. The first was that three need to become for to save the clans, and the second is that six will come to stop the Dark Forest. I think the latter has to do with these six cats we're going to see. But what I don't understand is why the fourth and we are saving the clans, and the six are to stop the Dark Forest. Aren't those supposed to be the same thing? Or are they completely different?" he finished.

"You told us that StarClan has deep rifts forming, and the rifts between the Clans are getting deeper. Maybe our part has to do with saving the Clans by uniting them, while the others stop the Dark Forest?" guessed Dovewing.

Jayfeather nodded. "That seems reasonable to me."

Lionblaze was looking worried, "I thought my power was supposed to stop them?"

"I'm not so sure any more Lionblaze, it probably plays a different role now." Answered Jayfeather.

Dovewing stopped, ears pricked. "They're up ahead!"

Lionblaze nodded, "We should approach carefully, they may attack. I'll go first."

Lionblaze got into a hunting crouch, slithering through the trees, the other two following behind silently, though Jayfeather snagged some twigs into his pelt. They looked at the sight before them (except Jayfeather, he listened and smelled the sight before him). The six extremely bizarre looking cats hadn't noticed them completely yet, but the muscular brownish-green(?) one was wary of another presence.

"Why the hell are we cats?" said the yellow one, who suddenly changed mood, "But Nami-swan, you still look stunning!" he swooned.

The ginger she-cat with a strange marking cuffed the yellow one over the ear, making an exaggerated expression, "Sanji! Be quiet will you? I'm trying to figure out why we're cats."

The brown-green one then stated, "Someone's watching us."

The other cats turned to face the Three, the look in a few of their eyes hostile. The black tom looked a tad frightened, whiskers quivering, while the one with a yellow thing on his head and the tiny one with the blue and pink thing on its head were looking at them excitedly. Lionblaze spoke first.

"Who are you?" he asked warily, analyzing each of them. The brown-green one and the yellow one looked the most dangerous.

The one with the yellow thing on its head stepped up, "I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I'm going to be King of the Pirates!"

So, what did you all think of this chapter? Exciting enough for you? And was everyone in character? How did you like the Straw Hat's cat forms? Also, sorry for not putting Robin, Brook, and Franky in this fic much, I honestly think the cats would freak out a bit too much at a cyborg and a skeleton, and I left Robin out because I wasn't sure what to do with her. I hope it doesn't take away from your enjoyment of this fic!