Okay. This is too much fun to stop doing. Now, I'm gonna do Spottedleaf since people wanted that.

"Fire alone can save our Clan. That was a prophecy StarClan sent to me many moons ago. I think StarClan wanted you to know that," Spottedleaf meowed to Firepaw. Firepaw, his curiosity satisfied, left the medicine cat den with the poppy seeds he had wanted in the first place. Spottedleaf breathed in the cool night air. It's so calm. Well, the calm before the storm. That was thunder, I'm sure of it! I'd better make sure Frostfur is alright. Wait. Is that ShadowClan scent? Yes. It is. Right behind the nursery…

"Hello. What's a pretty cat like you doing around here? Being nosy, I presume," Clawface snarled.

"What are doing? Go away, before I call the warriors to deal with you," Spottedleaf meowed boldly.

"Brave little thing," Clawface meowed quietly. Then, without warning, he sprung. Spottedleaf dodged aside, and jumped on him, clawing. Clawface shielded his face with his claws, and then lashed out, clawing her muzzle. Spottedleaf reared back, and Clawface clawed right below her neck. Spottedleaf lay, crumpled on the floor, bleeding heavily. Clawface grabbed Frostfur's kits. "They'll make great ShadowClan warriors," he mewed, sneering.

"You won't get away with this. Tigerclaw!" She called out weakly.

"They don't care. They won't come," he meowed, smiling. He then clawed across her eyes. Spottedleaf could no longer see, and she was getting tired fast. She heard Clawface running, and then, a moment later, Tigerclaw alerted the Clan. The last thing Spottedleaf knew was the scent of Yellowfang, as she ran to the ShadowClan border and away from ThunderClan, possibly forever.