Here's the first chapter in Yellowglint's POV- enjoy!

The squirrel clasped in her jaws seemed to bear the weight of twenty squirrels. Yellowglint groaned as she reentered the gorge, where she dropped her measly catch on the fresh-kill pile. Then she turned.

There he was again. She could just make out Nettlethorn's bony frame, formed by the tree branches rising above the Rockpile. Yellowglint took a step closer, but just like that he was gone. She hissed at nothing in particular and lashed out one front leg, sending tiny pebbles scattering right into the face of WindClan's new medicine cat.

Stem drew himself up and growled, "Just what do you think you're doing, spraying little daggers at my face?" He was a thick-muscled ginger tom, and though he didn't look it, a former kittypet. There didn't seem to be a shred of fat on his sleek body.

"Sorry," she rasped, hardly in the mood to be snarky. She started to turn away, but the bulky tom lashed his lengthy tail into her path. Without twisting back around she grumbled, "What do you want?"

"I want to hear a real apology," Stem said simply. Yellowglint could feel the heat of his overworked pride, and knew that he would scald her feelings somehow if he didn't get what he wanted.

She easily gave in and spun so she was facing the robust tom. "I truly am sorry, Stem. I didn't see you there, and was just a little down. That's why I kicked out with my leg. I didn't mean to hit you with those miniscule rocks."

Before Stem could request for her to tweak the speech, Yellowglint strode away, brushing by him roughly.

There was a reason SkyClan, the other four Clans' current host, was suffering the most. Almost all of their prey had been tainted by some nasty disease that had reportedly claimed the lives of countless cats. Safe pieces of prey were very rare, so it only made sense that WindClan lost some kits too, including the old medicine cat Brindlefur.

WindClan, in dire need of a new healer, approached a pair of kittypet brothers exploring in what was unknowingly to them SkyClan's forest. The toms, Stem and Thorn, agreed to join, Stem less heartily.

Both were clueless about herbs, but fairly skilled in fighting. Stem had boasted that he and Thorn drove away trespassers from their "yard" every day. As it turned out, though, Stem understood the other medicine cats' lessons faster than his littermate, and ended up becoming WindClan's medicine cat. Unfortunately, this put him in a high position, and made him very full of himself. His nose was raised so much, Yellowglint was surprised his neck hadn't gotten stuck that way.

Thorn was doing well too. He was an excellent warrior, just a little spotty with hunting. He had taken a liking to Caesar, and now the two were like best friends.

Caesar still never got over Dovestar, the pretty ThunderClan leader. The cream-colored she-cat was clearly the object of many toms' affections, but Caesar's attraction to her stood out the most. In fact, right now he was bothering Dovestar.

Then there was Caesar's apprentice- yes, Ivystar thought the obnoxious tabby could train an apprentice- Fawnpaw.

Such a shy pale brown tom, Fawnpaw arrived one frostbitten night, mewling like a newborn kit. As it turned out, he was just barely three moons old, and the cutest thing ever. When asked what his name was, he mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like "Don't have one"; so, naturally, Ivystar took him in before any other Clans could claim him, and named him Fawnkit after his fawn coat. Fawnkit quickly grew up and was named a 'paw under Caesar. Yellowglint would have minded if she didn't have her paws full with her own trainee, Dawnpaw.

Despite the steady gain of cats in WindClan, there had been a significant downward spike a moon ago. Eaglepaw, Ivystar's wily apprentice, and his mother Ashcloud surrendered to the disease. Flamestripe, her mate, could only comfort his daughter Dawnpaw by saying that they were now safe in StarClan with their deceased brother Oakkit. But Yellowglint still noticed how much Dawnpaw was grieving when they trained, depression looming behind her bright eyes.

In addition, one of their elders, Palemist, fled WindClan to be with RiverClan. Apparently he had taken a fancy to fish and wading in water while spending time with some RiverClan cats, and claimed he had always wondered what it was like to live in another Clan. Lightstar and his cats welcomed the white tom with open paws.

Yellowglint's head ached from thinking about all her Clanmates. She also realized she had been standing frozen in the center of the clearing, and bounded over to her friend, Roseleaf, who was resting next to her mate, Reedstripe. They were watching their kits play.

For a moment, Yellowglint slowed her trot toward her friend. Lately, things had been different between her and Roseleaf. It was like the cream she-cat had moved on, having kits with the deputy of all cats. She already seemed wiser and less spunky than she used to be before she was a queen. However, there was no turning back now, because just then Roseleaf spotted Yellowglint and motioned her over.

"I can't believe how big they're getting," Yellowglint remarked as she gazed at Sandykit, Mumblekit, Plumkit, and Flykit.

"I feel like an old parent already," Roseleaf complained, sitting over and parting her jaws in a yawn.

Reedstripe glanced at his offspring wistfully. "Before we know it, they will be warriors."

Roseleaf's claws flexed, and her optics shimmered with apprehension. "I know this is a morbid question, b- but what if they don't… make it to warriorhood?"

Her mate looked at her fiercely, but with compassion Yellowglint could never have imagined a tom bearing. "You know they will," Reedstripe declared, squeezing Roseleaf's slim shoulders with his tail. "You're a fighter, Roseleaf, and if they share your blood then there's not a doubt in my mind that they're fighters too."

Yellowglint smiled, glad to see Roseleaf looking relieved. The queen dipped her head in direction of her kits. "I wish I could say one of them has the destiny of a medicine cat, just in case Stem… bails, but they all have the build of a warrior, even Mumblekit."

It was true. But poor Mumblekit… the scant dark ginger tabby was a copy of his father, except for his back left paw, which was a bit lopsided. It was smaller than the rest of his wiggly feet, and twisted at a strange angle. It was impossible for any medicine cat to snap it back into place. Even if it were facing the right way, it was still oddly small compared to the rest.

When it first came out about Mumblekit's paw, Roseleaf had wailed that it was her fault, she had been too daring when carrying him and his siblings. Reedstripe, being the supportive cat he was, just argued that StarClan had made Mumblekit this way for a reason.

Destiny.

Yellowglint nodded after all this went through her head at warp speed. "Definitely," she mewed. "They are such amazing cats already, so important. I can tell their future is dazzling."

OoOoO

Bluepelt's tail hadn't been lifted from the ground in forever.

Yellowglint circled her RiverClan friend while Bluepelt stood stiffly. Finally Yellowglint halted behind the gray female and said, "Try lifting it. It is still there, you know."

"The tip burnt off!" Bluepelt hissed, instantly defensive. "That's the most important part of a cat's tail. Once the tip is gone, there's no more tail signals, less proper balance…"

As she went on with her list, Yellowglint recalled how StarClan had sent a bolt of lightning through an enormously tall tree that Bluepelt's tail had been touching. Electrified and not herself, the RiverClan warrior had given the fourth cat in the prophecy, Blackfang, his power through a peculiar nose-touch. Then she collapsed, and ended up needing to have the end of her tail, which had been reduced to ash, bitten off by Beetlewing. Since then, Bluepelt had allowed her tail to drag on the earth, and these days it was caked with dirt, dusty, and grass-stained. It had basically collected anything it went over.

"Just try. For me," the WindClan she-cat insisted.

"No," Bluepelt retorted. "How is lifting my tail going to help you?"

Suddenly, there was a tap on Yellowglint's shoulder.

Who could it be?