There was a soft tinkle of a bell as a tortoiseshell-silver she-cat pounced on a toy mouse filled with enticing catnip. She batted it with her paws and bit it as if it were alive and she was delivering the death blow. The she-cat perked her ears at the sound of footsteps and a metal bowl being placed on the floor.

She smacked her lips and dashed to her dinner, eager to eat it but when she saw it, she was disappointed. It was not what she had wanted.

It was the dry, disgusting kibble she hated and always spat out no matter what it was flavored to be like. She wanted the moist tuna she loved to gobble and so she yowled for her twoleg. The she-cat kept on yowling and meowing until her twoleg came with a frown on her face and snatched the bowl with the kibble and replaced it with the food she wanted.

"You, Marcella, are a picky spoiled brat of a cat!" The female twoleg exclaimed as she left the room in a huff.

Marcella lifted her chin in arrogance at the twoleg and ate her dinner in fuming silence. She didn't like it when her twoleg got her food or anything else wrong, she wanted everything to be what she wanted. Precise.

"Oh, where's my gem?" Marcella asked to herself as she looked for the bright blue gem.

It really wasn't a real gem but a plastic one that she had found one time on her walks in the park. It was the same size as a small rock and when she had seen it sparkling in the sunlight, she wanted it instantly. Marcella had a thing for sparkly or beautiful things.

When she had found her gem, she snuggled into her soft cat bed and the rising moon was the last thing she saw as she fell asleep. Marcella slept on in a dreamless state, her breaths deep and even. Her conscience was blank with no dream conjuring up inside. It might seem that the dream had not reached the she-cat until she found herself swimming in a river.

"Help! Help me!" Marcella cried as she flailed in the strong current, uselessly moving her legs that were heavy with surprise and panic.

She sank under and swallowed water and began to choke. Fear and panic gripped her as tight as her jaw would grip prey and she thought she might die in her nightmare.

"Let the river carry you, become one with it," A soft, velvety voice said through the thick of inky-black water. "It will not harm you if you do not fight it."

Marcella reluctantly did what the voice said and made herself go limp in the strong current of the river. She was carried downstream swiftly until it slowed as if it was a mother cat gently carrying her kit in her jaws. Marcella sighed in relief as her paws met the riverbank and she dragged herself out, the water smoothly running down her sleek, well-groomed tortoiseshell-silver fur.

"Welcome, my kin," A pale she-cat the size of a young cat purred but she was not young at all. Her pelt was scarred and star-speckled, and her whole being was transparent except for her bright hazel eyes.

"Who are you? Why have you brought me here?" Marcella demanded, raising her chin. "You disturbed my peaceful sleep, you know! I thought I was going to die!"

The she-cat ignored Marcella's questions and stared at her. Suddenly, many cats materialized behind her and Marcella felt like she has seen them before. The small she-cat told Marcella what Hiro and Dakota were told and she was pleaded to also. But before they could end the dream, Marcella yowled, "Wait a minute!"

All the StarClan warriors were surprised and waited what Marcella had to say. She glared at all of them and stomped her paw petulantly.

"Are you telling me to leave my wonderful, cozy life to live in the wild and become a wildcat?! To travel alone by myself to find the other three of the four and rise these clans?!" Marcella exclaimed and, again, lifted her chin in stubbornness and petulance. "I will do no such things for cats who are dead!"

The small she-cat narrowed her eyes at Marcella who suddenly felt like she shouldn't have bursted out like that. "You are one of the four who are able to rise the clans and without you, they will fail," The she-cat said calmly. "You would also fail us and yourself, and there is no one else to replace you. We have been waiting a long time for you and the others to come to this world and here you are. Accept your destiny, Marcella, you can hide but you cannot run from it for it will follow and haunt you everywhere if you choose to turn your back on us."

In a blink of an eye, the StarClan warriors disappeared and a raging flood washed over Marcella. She was pounded under the waves until she driftEd into unconsciousness.

Bright light hit Marcella's eyes hard as she opened them and she realized it was dawn. Her dream also hit her hard as she remembered it and shivered at the memory of the small she-cat's intense eyes boring into hers.

She didn't want to leave her home but she had a feeling, a calling, and she knew she had to. Marcella said her good-byes to the house and the memories she made in there and didn't bother to say good-bye to her twoleg. She realized that she had come to dislike her twoleg and couldn't stand living in there anymore.

She could have become someone else's cat because of her beautiful fur, but the wild blood in her was far stronger than the tame one. Marcella was following her destiny instead of running from it.

A/N: Dakota is ShadowClan and Hiro is ThunderClan. I think you can guess what Marcella and the fourth cat are. ;) And please stay tuned!