In a time of darkness, ThunderClan had a leader descended from Tigerstar

A/N: This is the second of the two I'm adding today.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Warriors books, they wouldn't be as well-written, and Tigerstar, Brokenstar, and Hawkfrost would be referred to as Tigerkit, Brokenkit, and Hawkkit. All I own is this story and the characters, except for Cloudspots.

Ch. 9

The Gathering

At the full moon, Orangepaw, Dancingpaw, Milkpaw, and Flyingpaw all had the same dream from StarClan. They watched the Gathering in their dreams.

Bluestar stepped forward. "We have a new warrior, Silverlight, and Dancingpaw will be our medicine cat apprentice when she heals from the bird's attack."

Everyone from the other Clans eyed her suspiciously, but Bluestar ignored them and stepped back, gesturing for Goldenstar to step forward.

"We will most likely have a medicine cat apprentice when Orangepaw heals. Other than that nothing interesting happened this past moon."

Lionstar leapt onto the stump and said, "The prey is good, the rivers are clean, and the plants are regaining their leaves. We have a new kit, Piercedkit, named for his injury. We also have an injured apprentice; Milkpaw was attacked by a fox and is badly handicapped. Other than that, we are thriving." He glared at the other leaders as if daring them to attack.

Darkstar took his place on the stump and said, "Flyingpaw is also hurt, and it is indeed odd that each Clan has an injured cat. Perhaps the will of StarClan? But I do not know.

"On the other hand, prey is good and we are doing very well." The cats dispersed and began to chat amongst themselves while the injured eavesdroppers considered it.

Do they have to tell the world about my injury? Orangepaw thought angrily.

Dancingpaw was even angrier. They decided my fate for me! How dare they make my decisions for me!

Flyingpaw was glad that they didn't talk too much about her. She was glad that Darkstar hadn't told it for the whole forest to hear like the other leaders had.

Milkpaw wished that they hadn't called her handicapped, but tried not to think too loudly. What if the cats at the gathering heard her?

But something was happening at the Gathering; Yewtail was saying to Adderfang, "There was a prophecy, but they told me to just tell the medicine cats. 'Four will come with great weaknesses, but their weaknesses will become their power, and they will save the eight Clans.' I think they're the four."

"You know," Adderfang said quietly, "I was told not to tell anyone, but Milkpaw does have a power no other cat has."

"What?" Yewtail said excitedly.

"She can speak with her thoughts, but she can't speak normally. But when she speaks, she can choose who to talk to, and no one else hears – usually. But what use would this power be?"

"I don't know, but you should tell the other medicine cats."

"I already told Nightpelt." He ran off to tell Alderfur.

He wasn't supposed to tell anyone! Milkpaw exclaimed. The other three looked around.

Dancinglight saw an off-white longhaired she-cat and walked over. "StarClan let you watch, too. Who are you?"

I'm Milkpaw, the injured SunClan cat they were talking about. They didn't see the eyes watching carefully, but soon the light ginger cat with white paws walked out of a bush.

"You're the cat they were talking about?" Milkpaw nodded. "I'm the injured FlowerClan cat."

"And I'm the injured SnowClan cat," Dancingpaw said.

Is Flyingpaw here? Milkpaw asked.

"I'm coming." A silver tabby she-cat bounded over to them. "So the injured cats are together."

"What are we supposed to do here, start InjuredClan?" Dancingpaw asked StarClan. There was, of course, no answer.

What about the prophecy they were talking about? They said there would be four with weaknesses, and their weaknesses would become their strength and they would save eight Clans?

What about it?" Dancingpaw asked.

"I think we're those cats," Orangepaw said.

Well, I can't talk normally, but I can probably talk to anyone, including StarClan and the other Clans, Milkpaw added.

"Maybe Dancingpaw will be able to see anything, Orangepaw will be able to go anywhere in StarClan, and I'll be able to hear anything?"

"Maybe," Dancingpaw murmured.

"That makes sense," Orangepaw agreed, "but how would we find out if your prediction is true?"

"Okay, try to see the MoonClan camp, Dancingpaw," Flyingpaw said.

Dancingpaw stared into the distance. "It's under an upturned tree's roots, which create a cave. There is a small stream running by, and a white tom is wandering around like he usually has something to do, but didn't, and can't sleep anyways because he's worried. There is also a blue-grey she-cat getting a snack, and a she-cat that looks like Flyingpaw is going to get some, and now they're talking about training, they must be a mentor and her apprentice. And the white cat is looking jealously at them."

"Whoa! The white cat would be my mentor if they hadn't decided I'd be the medicine cat apprentice, and Sparrowpaw is Blueclaw's apprentice. I guess you can see anywhere."

Little bossy thing, Dancingpaw thought. "Hey! I heard that!"

"Heard what?" Orangeflower asked.

"Dancingpaw called me a 'little bossy thing'," Flyingpaw said.

"No, she didn't."

"I guess I found your power, then. I was thinking that," Dancingpaw said casually.

Hey! Nobody else may notice, but I care if you eavesdrop on my thoughts! Milkpaw said.

"Okay, okay!"

"And leave me alone, too."

"And me."

"Now I'm an outcast," Flyingpaw muttered, and then said louder, "I was just seeing if you noticed. Don't get your whiskers twisted over nothing."

Nothing?

But the four woke up, and realized that their injuries had healed, except for their worst injury, which became their greatest power.