I-really-hope-not: Thanks so much for the advice! I like the idea of the Clans cracking down on inter-Clan relationships because of prophecies involving them. I think I'll also give ThunderClan a new leader (sorry, Bramblestar!) because Bramblestar, having weird Clan blood himself, probably shouldn't be the cat to do that. And Tigerkit is a good name, it'll show how little the Clan knows about her father.

PS, what a nice surprise to get advice from you! I was looking for a site with Warriors fan fiction and yours was the first story I read on this one. :)

Note: There is some controversy about Dovewing's eye color, which is kind of a key factor in this story. It has been confirmed by the Erin Hunters to be gold. So don't tell me I'm wrong! :P

Bumblestripe's muscles tensed as he heard a loud yowl right outside ThunderClan's camp. It didn't sound like the voice of a cat from any of the Clans, so his mind instantly jumped to a rogue invasion. "Thornstar!" Bumblestripe yowled, desperately hoping that his leader was in camp and ready to gather warriors that could fight. No one came except for Poppyfrost and Fernsong, one of the newest warriors.

"What's happening?" Fernsong asked, digging his unsheathed claws into the earth. Like all the new warriors, he was eager to help his Clan, and was still careless enough to leap into battle at a moment's notice. "Did you hear that yowl outside?" Bumblestripe asked in a low, quiet voice. Fernsong nodded, Poppyfrost listening to their conversation with her ears pricked. "We'd better go check it out," she asserted, dropping into a low crouch and heading for the exit to ThunderClan's camp.

Bumblestripe followed her, Fernsong trailing excitedly behind. There was a strange, musty scent hanging about the camp entrance, which Poppyfrost seemed to ignore, but Bumblestripe noted with nervousness creeping up inside him. The unfamiliar scent must be from a rogue! Bumblestripe's fur was bristling when the three cats stepped out of the entrance to camp, anticipating some sort of ambush. But there was nothing to be seen, and no more yowling to be heard. A small flurry of snow hinted at the coming of leaf-bare, but that was nothing unusual for this time of year.

Bumblestripe gasped in surprise when he turned back to the wall of camp and saw a tiny kit sleeping peacefully, with the strange scent hanging about her. Her pelt was striped like a tiger, eyes closed peacefully. He gazed pointedly at the kit so that Fernsong and Poppyfrost would see it as well. Fernsong startled Bumblestripe by letting out a surprised yowl. "For StarClan's sake, Fernsong, be quiet!" Bumblestripe snapped, unsure of what to do. Poppyfrost pushed in front of Bumblestripe, who trusted that the experienced queen would know what to do.

Poppyfrost gently took the scruff of the kit. "Come on, we have to get her to camp. It's getting cold out," she mewed, voice muffled by the kit's scruff in her jaws. The kit's eyes stayed tightly closed, the small creature still sleeping sound. Bumblestripe and Fernsong followed the she-cat back into ThunderClan's camp. It was evening, and the kits, queens, and elders were all sleeping, but the warriors had yet to return from their patrols. Bumblestripe was nervous about what Thornstar might say. He was usually very reluctant about letting outsiders into ThunderClan camp.

Poppyfrost took the kit into the nursery to await Thornstar's judgement, pushing the she-kit to her belly for warmth. Bumblestripe, content that camp was secured and safe, left the nursery and paced nervously around camp. He took a scrawny mouse from the fresh-kill pile and did little more than mangle its greasy brown pelt.

When the sun had almost set, Thornstar returned to camp. The relatively new leader had been made only two moons ago. Squirrelflight, Bramblestar's mate, had died in battle, and the Clan leader, on his last life, quickly wasted away in his grief and misery. He had barely enough time to name a new deputy, then Thornclaw, before he joined StarClan. Thornstar had made some changes to ThunderClan, which made Bumblestripe nervous about the she-kit's fate. He thought that being a former kittypet or half-Clan, or even the descendant of one, made a cat more likely to have a prophecy.

"Each prophecy brings death within the Clan. So we will have no more of this," Thornstar had said shortly after becoming leader. He had exiled Bumblestripe's beloved Dovewing for her suspected relationship with Tigerheart of ShadowClan, which was confirmed by Tigerheart's disappearance from his own Clan shortly after Dovewing was exiled, though thankfully, he hadn't exiled Clanmates like Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Daisy, Millie, and the others who didn't meet his standards. Bumblestripe was happy that the cat he loved got to live the life she wanted, but Thornstar's strict policies about kittypets and rogues made him nervous about the she-kit.

Bumblestripe padded up to Thornstar and licked his chest fur nervously. "Thornstar, a kit was found outside camp today," he mewed cautiously. Thornstar gazed at Bumblestripe for a moment and nodded slowly. "Were rogues or kittypets scented near camp?" he asked. Bumblestripe shook his head. "Just a strange musty scent. I'm not sure it was even of cats, though. It'll probably have faded away by now," Bumblestripe meowed. Thornstar's eyes instantly shot open with fear. "Show me this kit!" he ordered. Fur standing on end, Bumblestripe directed Thornstar to the nursery, trailing him to see what would happen.

Thornstar took a sniff of the she-kit and began yowling at Bumblestripe. "Why would you bring her into camp, you idiot? This is the scent of greencough!" he spat angrily. After a few seconds, ThunderClan's leader calmed down. "If you're lucky, none of the other kits will be infected. Take her to the medicine den straight away. If she is healed, she may stay in the Clan. She seems to be just the abandoned kit of a rogue. Rogues aren't capable of anything special," Thornstar meowed. Anger was still present in his voice, but Bumblestripe detected less, just tiredness.

Bumblestripe sometimes wondered if his leader was insane. He knew he shouldn't, since StarClan had chosen to give him his nine lives, but Bumblestripe missed Bramblestar's reign nonetheless. He took the scruff of the she-kit and brought her to the medicine den, where Jayfeather could do his best to heal her of the greencough. As he entered the den, he heard a mewling from the kit, who had woken up. Bumblestripe laid her on the ground and explained to Jayfeather the situation.

"This kit has greencough. She was found just outside camp today, and Thornstar says that she can stay if she's healed," Bumblestripe mewed quickly at Jayfeather's questioning glance. The blind medicine cat disappeared into the back of the den to gather catmint, and Bumblestripe looked over the she-kit. She didn't look that sick.

Suddenly the kit turned around to look at Bumblestripe, eyes wide open. Bumblestripe gasped and his heart almost stopped. Her eyes were as golden as a lion's pelt, as golden as the hot sun rising over camp in the middle of the day. As golden and sparkling as Dovewing's. Bumblestripe instantly understood, almost collapsing to the ground in sorrow. "In honor of Dovewing, you shall be named Tigerkit," Bumblestripe whispered.

So, what did you think?

The three questions:

Should I continue it from the point of view of Bumblestripe or Tigerkit?

Should I fast-forward to when Tigerkit becomes an apprentice, so we can get to the more interesting plot?

There's going to be a prophecy in this story. What should it be, and what will it mean? I want to somehow involve the ghost of Dovewing guiding her kit from the stars.

Thanks for your help, everyone! :)