Disaster will strike with horrible claws; if Clan does not come, then all will be lost.
It has been many seasons since the great battle between the Clans, the DarkForest, and StarClan. The Clans are thriving and growing strong. But four cats, one from each Clan, receive a mysterious message from StarClan: there is a fifth Clan, SkyClan, which must be found and brought to the lake. With Firestar's and Sandstorm's spirits to guide them, the four cats will venture into the unknown to find SkyClan and bring them to their rightful home, with the rest of the Clans. If they don't succeed, SkyClan could be lost forever. Can they do it?
Note: I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. If I did own them, THAT IDIOT SNAKE WHO KILLED HONEYFERN WOULD WISH HE WAS NEVER BOOOOORRRRN! :D
A full moon shone in the night sky. The rustle of prey in the undergrowth had dimmed until there was none left. A fiery orange tom sat calmly beside a large lake, staring into the water. Even with his patient attitude, he was becoming restless. When would his companions arrive?
The sound of paws behind him startled him. He got to his paws and turned, and then went to greet the sandy colored she-cat that stood before him. "Hello, Sandstorm." He mewed, licking his mate's muzzle affectionately. "Hello, Firestar. When are the others coming? This is a serious matter." Sandstorm's voice was troubled, and Firestar twined his tail with hers.
"We're here. What is this serious matter you wish to discuss?" A gruff voice called from the trees behind Sandstorm, and a huge white tom with jet-black paws stepped into the open, followed by a gray she-cat with ice blue eyes and a brown tabby tom. "Greetings, Blackstar. Mistystar, Onestar." Firestar meowed politely. "How's the prey running?" Mistystar replied with her silvery voice. "What is this about?" Onestar inquired.
"I'll tell you when she gets here." Firestar told him gravely. After he spoke, a pretty brown tabby she-cat appeared from the opposite side of the trees. With a huge leap that could only coming from a SkyClan cat, she landed gracefully next to Blackstar. "Leafstar, you're here." Firestar greeted her in satisfaction. "Yes, I am. Tell us what you called us here for." Leafstar responded.
"Okay. Midnight has given Sandstorm and I a prophecy." Gasps arose from the listening cats. Yet another prophecy from the old badger? "What did she say?" Blackstar pressed.
"She said: Disaster will strike with its horrible claws; if Clan does not come, then all will be lost." Silence greeted Firestar's words. He let it sink in, and then continued. "I believe that this is about SkyClan." He announced, turning to Leafstar. Her claws unsheathed. "SkyClan? How?" She asked, worry filling her voice. "I think this is a sign that SkyClan must come back to the Clans." More silence.
"How can we be expected to do that?" Blackstar hissed, his face glowing silver in the moonlight. "We can't; but the Clans can." "How?" Mistystar murmured.
"Remember before the Great Journey, how StarClan picked one cat from each Clan to find the sun-drown-place?" "Yes." "So, we will do that. We will have one cat from each Clan go, with my and Sandstorm's guidance, to retrieve SkyClan." "Do you really think that will work?" Leafstar mewed, astonished. "And just how will the territory placement work if they even do come?" Onestar challenged. "No Clan will be willing to give up territory for the sake of a group of cats they've never met before." "We need to see to it that SkyClan survives first." Firestar growled calmly. Leafstar let out a soft sob. SkyClan was the most important thing to her in the world.
"We shall choose cats now." Firestar declared. "One from each Clan. I will go first."
