Breezefeather
It was the day after the gathering and Breezefeather was tired. She was woken up for border patrol and headed out. Before she left camp she went to see how Sunkit was doing. The small tom had been asleep for two days after his fall. Just yesterday he had woken up and was already starting to feel better. Deerheart seemed to relax a bit when her son had awoken. The golden eyed she-cat left for patrol along with Bumbleheart, Vixenclaw, and Deerfur who seemed to be getting older by the second. Leaning over to Vixenclaw she whispered," What do you think was wrong with Oakstar last night?" Her sister shook her head.
"I don't know Breezefeather. It could have something to do with the battled between ShadowClan and ThunderClan." Breezefeather remembered last night's gathering all too well. She wondered what was wrong with Oakstar and why he had lashed out at the gathering. The young she-cat felt something deep down inside. Something that stirred all her scenes at once and kept her feeling more alive but, not in a good way. After the sun had stetted Breezefeather was lulled to sleep by the singing of the breeze.
"Hello young Breezefeather", it was the sound of a she-cat. The warrior spun around and starred at the starry figures.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Vixentail and this is my son, Darkbreeze." The moment she heard his name Breezefeather knew who it was.
"D-Darkbreeze?! ", the grey black tabby tom nodded his head.
"That means you're my kin and so are you!"
"Yes but that's not why we're here."
"Then why are you here?"
"We've come to give you a prophecy." It was Darkbreeze who spoke.
"On a gentle breeze a maple shall blow through the marshes that are covered in dew. The four shall join to defeat the hidden darkness but, be warned you must be careful of who you trust." Thoughts scrambled through Breezefeather's head.
"What does it mean?"
"Only time will tell. Meet the others at the Horseplace tomorrow." Then the images melted away and Breezefeather was in her nest next to Bumbleheart.
Maplewing
"I smell them here too", Maplewing said as the border patrol checked on the ShadowClan border.
"D-Do you think ShadowClan is trying to invade?" It was the scared squeaky voice of Leafpaw.
"I don't think so but, even if they were I think we'd be fine. After all we won the last battle." Even though she sounded confident she didn't feel like it. Oakstar was acting very strange lately and Maplewing wanted to find out why.
"Well I guess we better go tell Oakstar right away Icewhisker." The white she-cat nodded her head in agreement.
"We'll keep an eye on them don't worry now let's head back to camp." After they were safely in camp Icewhisker went to report to Oakstar. Maplewing settled down beside Ferretwhisker and Squirreltail and they shared a sparrow. She saw a strange gleam in her leader's eyes. Icewhisker nodded then left to sit by Nettlefoot. While everyone else was distracted Maplewing saw Oakstar slip out of camp. She followed the brown tom swiftly and silently but, before long she had lost him. She quickly looked around but found no trace of him so, she went back to camp. Just before sunset Oakstar had came back and acted like nothing had happened.
The moon was up and everyone had settled down in their nest for a night's sleep. Curled in her moss lined nest Maplewing had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Mist covered the ground where she stood hopeless lost.
"Hello is anyone here?" Her voice was shaken with fear.
"Don't worry Maplewing." I was the soothing voice of a tom. The mist had lifted and the mottled she-cat was staring into the face of a ginger, green eyed tom.
"W-Who are you? And why am I here?" The tom chuckled lightly.
"Well I didn't expect you to know me I died before you were born. Maplewing my name is Firestar a past leader of ThunderClan." Maplewing turned pale as she stood in front of the legendary Firestar.
"F-Firestar? As in THE Firestar greatest leader of ThunderClan?"
"I wouldn't call myself the greatest leader but, yes I am Firestar. Young Maplewing I came with a prophecy for you. On a gentle breeze a maple shall blow through the marshes that are covered in dew. The four shall join to defeat the hidden darkness but, be warned you must be careful of who you trust." "What does that mean?"
"We don't know yet."
"Wait you said four cats right?"
"Yes."
Well then who are the other three?"
"You will meet them tomorrow at the Horseplace." As Firestar faded away swirling images took over her mind and then she awoke in the leaky warriors den.
Marshclaw
A shrill cry broke the silence of the calm early morning. Marshclaw jumped to his paws and rushed out of the den. There standing in the entrance of the medicine den was Falconfur.
"Falconfur what's wrong?"
"I-It's my son h-he's not moving." The tan she-cat began to sob.
"You mean Russetclaw is…" he didn't need to finish his sentence to know what had happened. Slowly he crept into the dark den. He notice that Sagefur and Minnowpaw weren't in the den; all he saw was the lifeless body of the young Russetclaw. With his head bowed in sadness he emerged from the medicine den and he felt all eyes on him from the gathered cats.
Sighing heavily he announced, "Falconfur i-is right we have lost a brave warrior." Dishearten mews rippled throughout the cats as they cried out in sadness. Marshclaw spotted Yellowstar near her den her head bowed. Cinderflame bounded beside him and looked at him with sad blue eyes.
"I can't believe that happened. Why would a ThunderClan cat not show mercy on a clearly new apprentice? Only someone truly sick would do that." Marshclaw shook his disappointed that such a young cat had died. Although he and Russetclaw were never really friends he still was happy he got to know him. That nigh all of ShadowClan sat vigil for the young warrior horrified at his untimely death. The moon was high in the sky with clouds covering it often. Marshclaw was tired and he just closed his eyes for a second before fluttering them open again to find himself in a field full of green grass.
"Hello young tom my name is Russetfur and I was the deputy of ShadowClan before your time."
"You're straight forward."
"Yes I know I came to give you prophecy. On a gentle breeze a maple shall blow through the marshes that are covered in dew. The four shall join to defeat the hidden darkness but, be warned you must be careful of who you trust."
"What does that mean?"
"Listen we don't know just meet the others at the Horseplace tomorrow. By the way a great power shall sweep through the forest." Russetfur left Marshclaw dazed and confused in his thoughts as he began to wake up.
Dewfur
The silvery tom rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Why can't Stormy do it?"
The older she-cat shook her head, "Remember Dewfur Stormy is pregnant so she can't do it. How did you forget anyway?"
"Never mind that Ash but, why does Sharp have to go with me to? Can't Silverfeather or Moss maybe even Shimmer come instead?"
The old she-cat sighed heavily, "I can't believe you of all cats would complain of an order I give you. What's wrong with her anyway?" He opened his mouth to answer but, nothing came out.
"Fine", he huffed.
"Sharp and Turtle you're coming with me for a hunting patrol."
"All right where are we going?"
"Somewhere to hunt now come on." The three cats left the camp and headed out for a hunt. Turtle split up with Sharp and Dewfur and went her own way.
"So where to now handsome." Dewfur stiffened at the word handsome.
"Why'd call me that?" The scarred she-cat shrugged and moved on. The small patrol brought back three rabbits, a squirrel, and a few field mice. The cats ate and had a wonderful time before drifting off to sleep. Mist swirled throughout the grassland where he stood. Through the thick mist he saw two small figures heading his way. Then the silvery sheet in the air disappeared and reveled two kits. One was a tortoiseshell and white she-cat while the other was an amber eyed tom with a black and white pelt.
"Hello brother", it was the tom who spoke. He was unusually large for his age and Dewfur knew who he was.
"T-Toadkit, Lilykit?" Both young cats nodded their heads.
"Dewfur we have come to give you a prophecy. On a gentle breeze a maple shall blow through the marshes that are covered in dew. The four shall join to defeat the hidden darkness but, be warned you must be careful of who you trust." Dewfur listened intently and hung onto every word his litter mates said.
"We must go now Dewfur. Remember we are always watching over you." Then the cats faded away. He had thought he had awoke but he couldn't see his friends.
"I got my part done more or less now what have you done sir?"
"You know secret meetings and stuff. The others I see are doing a great job you know. At this rate they will be to focused on fighting each other that we can easily rule." The other cat smiled.
"Good remember what you told me though."
"Ah yes don't worry my love if everything goes as planned then yes." The figures sat with each other and looked to the stars.