Have Warriors, but with expanded lore and culture as well as the cats having opposable thumbs and longer digits on their paws and slightly higher intelligence because a friend on DA made excellent headcanons on the warrior cat characters, and I couldn't resist the urge to write about it!

Also, the clans have different accents because that friend wanted it, and this story is sort of a gift to them, so yeah:

ThunderClan- British

ShadowClan- Russian

WindClan- Polish

RiverClan- American

The night of the gathering bustling with activity. The fire light that came from the torches lit up the clearing rather well as cats from all clans mingled and chatted about their lives, grabbing prey and water-soaked moss from the twoleg boxes that were set out. Apprentices compared mentors and showed off battle moves, warriors bragged about good hunting and fighting, artisans talked about ways to keep the peace within and out of their clans, deputies inquired about each other's sanity having to organize patrols and advise their leader, and elders sat together and reminisced about the old days.

Above the commotion sat a smooth, dark gray boulder that jutted out from the ground, the leaders of the four clans sitting on top of it. They talked in hushed whispers, inquiring about prey and peace just out of politeness. Well, except for one leader. He was rather large for a ShadowClan cat, with a stocky, imposing figure coated in different shades of gray fur. His bright magenta eyes scanned the crowd below him, his gaze as watchful and silent as that of a hawk's.

One of the leaders, a huge fawn tabby tom with a twisted jaw turned to the ShadowClan tom, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Er, Brokenstar, don't you think we should make our announcements?" He inquired. A tall black and white tom vigorously shook his head.

"Don't bother talking to him, Crookedstar. That bastard's clearly still learning the ropes of being his father." The tom grumbled, and then muttered under his breath, "If we're counting those ropes that include attacking any patrol they see..."

"Oi," Another leader, this time a solid gray molly, interjecting, "Don't insult the lad, Tallstar. You shouldn't have marked your scent all over that border once his father died, ya daft arse!"

"Dupek." Tallstar grumbled, before letting out an ear-splitting yowl: "Let the exchanging of news begin!"

Tallstar straightened himself to speak first, only to be interrupted by the gray tom from before.

"No. I would leke to speak ferst." He bellowed in a typical ShadowClan accent. Tallstar gave him a piercing glare, but the ShadowClan cat seemed hardly affected by it and, in fact, returned it with twice as much venom. Eventually, the black and white tom sighed and stepped back, nodded for Brokenstar to make his announcement.

Brokenstar gladly took the opportunity, as he bounded to the very edge of the boulder. Scanning the crowd, he said, "Cats of all clans, I have a very important message for you all toneght."

The tom took in the clan cats' interested gazes before continuing:

"As we stand, we are all very fortunate to have gotten out of leafbare luhcky. We have all known the loss that tents the snow with blood and greef." He enunciated carefully. Crookedstar and Bluestar swapped confused glances, while Tallstar narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"However, we have found a solouteon. ShadowClan has already allied themselves with the loners, and together, we have created a strong and hardy communety. In this teme, I have realezed that all who oppose thes must be extermenated." He paused to let the words sink in. All cats except ShadowClan were on-edge, tails lashing in curiosity or anger and eyes wide.

"So, I come weth a proposal. Ef you all ally yourselves weth ShadowClan, we'll spare you, and you'll become part of ShadowClan. Ef not, our cats well have no choece but to exterminate your clan emmedeantly!"

At these words, yowls of protest and hisses and snarls of rage were generated from the crowd. RiverClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan cats backed away from ShadowClan, tails fluffed and the hair on the napes of their necks raised.

Tallstar sputtered with rage at the insolence of the young tom, ears flattened. Bluestar stared at the ShadowClan leader with a mixture of rage and shock, claws unsheathed and scraping against the stone. Crookedstar's twisted mouth was agape, his eyes wide in surprise.

"How dare you demand such things of my clan!" Tallstar finally spat, "By Silverpelt's glowing ass, I swear we'll never join you!". The black and white tom cat then growled lowly, "Even if your forces attack us, we'll be sure to show them what WindClan warriors can do!"

Brokenstar flattened his ears, before looking over at the other two leaders like they were good friends.

"How about you two? Join or perish?"

Bluestar lowered her head as her eyes narrowed threateningly, tail lashing from side to side to extenuate her fury.

"Absolutely not, Brokenstar! We ThunderClanners are proud cats, unlike you prats who just go around and pick fights with other clans! We should be recovering from winter, for StarClan's sake!"

Brokenstar flicked an ear at that and growled lowly, but otherwise didn't respond. He turned to Crookedstar, eyes alight with malice.

"How about you, Crookedstar?"

The large tabby tom blinked and paused for a long while, before slouching and muttering, "If you plan on sharing territory, then my answer is yes."

All the cats gasped at that except for Brokenstar, who simply broke into a wide smile.

"Of course we'll share terretory. Come, we'll discuss more detaels, away from those-" Brokenstar paused to glare at the other two leaders, who were hissing and spitting with anger, before finishing with a venomous, "Kozyol."

As RiverClan and ShadowClan made their way out of Fourtrees, the other two leader looked at each other, yellow eyes and blue eyes reflecting the same amount of worry.

"Ya think he'll actually attack?" Bluestar asked the tom. The tall tom paused before answering:

"Most likely. Leaders like that usually keep their promises." He responded. Bluestar sighed and grumbled something, before yowling "ThunderClan, to me!"

"WindClan, to me!" Tallstar echoed.

And with that, the remaining cats dispersed and crowded around their leaders, worried murmurs echoing in the clearing.

In a large stone cave, a young tortoiseshell molly sat, her gaze transfixed on the stars above her. Her tail flicked randomly and her ears strained to hear anything from StarClan.

She sighed and fiddled with her paws, her ears flattened. However, her gaze was always glued onto the sky.

"StarClan, if your listening, please give me a sign!" She murmured, worrying her lower lip.

With a flash, the cave was gone, she was instead surrounded by a large, flickering fire. It's flames lapped away at the night sky and it blazed brightly, but this fire didn't seem threatening. No, it actually was quite welcoming, the warmth making her feel safe and protected.

Suddenly, the fire was gone, and the molly felt as if she was floating inside a dark void. A voice whispered in her ear, "Fire alone can save the clan."

And then, she was back in the cave, her fur bristling and her body shaking. Her chest was heaving as she struggled to take in the information.

'A prophecy... a prophecy about fire... why was it of fire? Great Silverpelt, why was it about such a destructive thing?!'

'I need to tell Bluestar immediately.'

'Yes... Fire alone with save the clan...'