"Everyone, escape to WindClan!"
Firestar ran around camp, rounding up all the cats, and stayed behind with the elders. They ran, and even the elders ran, faster than usual. The cats leapt over the river and broke into the WindClan camp, screeching, "Fire!"
Heatherpaw looked up, hearing the alarm. Fire? She thought. Then she looked beyond, and saw the great flames roaring above the trees, and her mind stopped working. There was a fire, long ago, ack in the old camp. She had heard the tale from the elders countless times.
Then, she saw Lionpaw. Her eyes narrowed. She was not going to save him, in fact, she was going to leave him into the fire, for he had almost killed her father, Crowfeather.
Maybe she could kill him.
But as soon as the thought drifted into her head, she whisked it away, knowing it was against the warrior code. But she could harm him enough so that he would learn his lesson.
Lionpaw was nearby, running for his life. He spotted Heatherpaw and ran even faster. Heatherpaw broke into a fast run, gaining upon Lionpaw. She was a fast runner. As soon as she caught up to him, she rounded in front of him, blocking his path. Snarling, she raked her claws across his muzzle.
Lionpaw was started. He pounced on her, not knowing the fire was just pawlengths away. They tussled around, until Heatherpaw slipped out, under him, and saw the fire. She couldn't just let him die.
"No!"
She ran into the fire, praying to StarClan. I'll die for a good cause, she thought. Surprisingly, the fire didn't really hurt. Then, the flames around her died down. She was unhurt. "What?" she muttered. She bounded out the fire, now smoking ashes, to face the other cats.
Lionpaw's eyes were huge. Everyone's were.
"What-Heatherpaw?" he stuttered.
"He was right," Sorreltail mewed. "That cat really is special."
Heatherpaw wanted to ask what she meant, but she was being congratulated, not very enthusiastically, as if the other cats were scared of her.
She did hear the prophecy, about fire, thunder, and river. Sorreltail and Stormfur had went on the quest for it. But there was no prophecy that someone was going to save them from this. Or maybe there was...
After the congratulations died down, she went over to Sorreltail and asked her about the fire. "So, who was right? Who's a special cat?"
"Well," she explained. "I met an apprentice while we were at FireClan's territory, named Emberpaw. He said he knew about the prophecy of why we came here. Then he told me there was going to be a fire at our camp, and only you could save us. I didn't believe it at first, but now I see."
"Oh," Heatherpaw answered.
She watched Firestar make an apology to Onestar for the trouble ThunderClan had caused. He accepted it reluctantly, then the ThunderClan cats slowly, but relieved, made their way out of the camp.
Sorreltail smelled a tiny, barely scented flame. But she ignored it. It was probably the remains of the fire. She made her way back to camp, feeling scared but relieved.
When they got back to camp, most of it was scorched. The nursery had fallen down and the yew tree by the warriors den was burnt. The medicine cat supplies were mostly burnt too.
But then, there came mews of distress from the WindClan camp. There was another fire! Luckily, it was quickly stopped by, well, Heatherpaw, Sorreltail thought. Leafpool and Jayfeather were gone, collecting herbs.
Now, Sorreltail and Stormfur had done their job, and life was going to be normal again.