Chapter one! Yay!

Faunamon: Thanks for the review!

I was running out of good ShadowClan-like names xD I don't take it personally, I kinda agree.

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors.
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The stars shimmered in the night sky as they reflected in a large pool of water. Then, as if on cue, starry shapes slid in the clearing. A large gray tom waited for silence. The cats quieted instantly, and the large tom spoke.

"A great trouble has been foreseen," he meowed. "Have any of you seen it?"

"I have," a small she-cat meowed. Others nodded agreement.

"What is the Betrayal of Five?" The gray tom asked. "And who is the danger that hasn't arrived?"

"We must do something about this, Lonestar," the she-cat meowed.

"I know, Mousetail," Lonestar meowed dryly. "That is why we are here. StarClan, it is time to choose the Chosen cats. Mousetail, make your choice for WindClan."

Mousetail nodded and stepped forward.

"StarClan," she yowled. "See and approve my choice." She touched her nose to the water and a small shape appeared. The tom in the water was ginger with hazel-amber eyes.

"Mousetail! An apprentice? Are you sure?," an old warrior meowed.

"Apprentices may be the strongest, Scarface," Mousetail meowed curtly. "All the Chosen should be apprentices." Lonestar dipped his head in agreement.

"Mousetail is right. This is the perfect cat. Scarface, make your choice for ShadowClan."

"See and approve my choice," Scarface growled. He dipped his head in the water and a black cat with a light brown ear with orange eyes appeared.

"But that is a rogue!" a cat exclaimed.

"He will join ShadowClan after this. I have been watching him. He is ShadowClan's chosen."

Lonestar nodded. "You may be right. I approve. StarClan?" The cats in the clearing reluctantly agreed. Scarface bristled, but stepped back. Lonestar nodded towards a bracken-colored she-cat.

"RiverClan's turn, Rustfeather," Lonestar meowed, dipping his head. Rustfeather nodded and stepped forward in her turn.

"This is my choice," she mewed. A gray she-cat with brown stripes appeared at her turn.

"Does StarClan approve?" Lonestar meowed. The others nodded and at last Lonestar stepped forward.

"It is my turn to choose for ThunderClan. May you approve of it." An orange-red she-cat appeared in the water, with black ears, paws and tail tip.

"This is my choice." StarClan mewed in agreement and Lonestar raised his head.

"That is all we can do. Stay with them and protect them. Mousetail, Scarface, Rustfeather, go see to your burden. I am going as well."

Then they seperated.

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Thornpaw opened her eyes. She was at Fourtrees, below the great rock. What? she thought. I was sleeping just a second ago! Then she realized she must be dreaming. A sign from StarClan. Her first ever. She had begun her apprenticeship just two days ago. Her mentor was Flightpelt, ThunderClan's medicine cat. Thornpaw lifted her head up and noticed a large gray figure uptop the Great Rock. The cat looked down at her and smiled gently.

"Greetings, Thornpaw," he meowed. "I am Lonestar. I must speak to you on StarClan's behalf."

"What is it?" Thornpaw asked shrilly.

"There has been a great danger foretold in the stars. You, along with four others, will - must - defeat it. Meet the others here in Quarter moon at midnight."

Thornpaw closed her eyes for a moment. WHen she opened them, LOnestar was gone, but an eerie wailing filled the clearing. A scratchy whisper made her turn, and THornpaw was looking at a burnt tree. It cracked and fell right over her head. The last thing she knew, THornpaw heard the scratchy whisper clearer: Beware the Betrayal of Five, and an enemy that hasn't arrived.

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Thornpaw's green eyes flew open. With a sigh of relief she realized she was in Flightpelt's den. Her mentor was watching her calmly.

"Rockfur has a fever," she announced briskly. "And we're out of Feverfew."

"So you want me to go get some," Thornpaw mewed. She turned to leave, then asked, "Quarter moon is tommorow?"

"No," Flightpelt meowed. "It's tonight. Now go, please."

"Yes, Flightpelt," Thornpaw called, heading towards the exit of the camp. She veered left and found a bush of Feverfew, then cut off a few stems with her teeth and carried them in her jaws. She breathed in their sweet scent and sat for a moment, watching the forest. Then she stopped. The medicine cat apprentice heard low meows.

Patrol, she thought, then rose to her paws and headed back into camp.

"About time," Flightpelt meowed when she spotted her apprentice. "Come on, bring a stem or two to Rockfur. I will be with you soon." Thornpaw nodded and headed towards the warrior's den.

"Rockfur!" she called loudly. There was a moan, and his broad ginger face raised. "Thornpaw? Is 'at you?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Yep. Flightpelt'll be here soon, so just rest for a while more." As Rockfur lowered his head, Thornpaw padded near Runningclaw.

"He's been sleeping most of the day," the gray tom meowed.

"He should be fine," THornpaw meowed. She turned her head towards the entrance of the den and saw Flightpelt's face staring back at her.

"Runningclaw said Rockfur's been sleeping most of the day," THornpaw reported. "He should be fine."

"Quite right. Now, to give him the feverfew. Mush it up nicely with your teeth and make him swallow it. Try it."

Thornpaw did as she was told. After a while, Rockfur brightened up.

"I feel a bit better," he announced. "Do you think I will be able to join tommorow's evening patrol?"

"It depends. Tommorow, if you feel just a bit weak, Thornpaw will be back with more feverfew. Then we'll see."

Rockfur nodded and fell back asleep.

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After her sleep, THornpaw awoke the next day to see Flightpelt rushing around the den. She noticed Thornpaw and smiled.

"Good! You're awake. Would you like to begin training?" Thornpaw nodded vigourously.

"Poppy seeds are for..?"

"Numbing the pain?"

"Correct. But also to help sleep to come. And, cobwebs?"

"Stops the bleeding."

"Perfect. Thyme?"

"Um... To heal wounds..?"

"No. That's Marigold," Flightpelt meowed. "Thyme is to calm anxieties."

"Oh," Thornpaw meowed, annoyed. "I should have known that."

"You've been my apprentice for two days," Flightpelt meowed, softly. "You're learning quickly." Thornpaw nodded after a short while, enthusiastically.

A few hours later, the call echoed from the Highrock.

"Let all those old enough to catch prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"

Cats assembled slowly, watching their leader.

"We have here a kit who has reached six moons." He turned to a rather large white tomkit with a gray paw. "Until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be known as Ghostpaw. Ghostpaw, your mentor will be Darktail."

Loyalstar turned to Darktail. "You have never had an apprentice, and I think you are ready. Tigerstripe taught you well and you were his last apprentice before he became an elder. Pass on your wisdom and strength to this apprentice."

HE touched noses with Ghostpaw, who nervously licked his shoulder in return. Then mentor and apprentice touched noses awkwardly.

"This meeting is at an end. Flightpelt, may I see you for a moment?" Loyalstar called, entering his den. "You too, Thornpaw."

The two medecine cats followed. Inside the den, Loyalstar sat with his tail around his paws.

"I have received a troubling sign from StarClan," he announced. Flightpelt nodded.

"I have had one as well," she mewed quietly. They both looked at Thornpaw.

"Was there a prophecy?" she meowed. Flightpelt shook their heads.

"But I saw huge claws, and huge fangs," Flightpelt meowed. Loyalstar nodded.

"And blood splattering everywhere. And that wail.."

"Yes," Flightpelt agreed.

"It was really creepy," THornpaw meowed, lying.

"What could it mean?" Loyalstar whispered.

"I do not know," Flightpelt murmured. "We must wait and see."

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That's the end of chapter one!