A brown and ginger tom ran through the twisted trees, leaping over fallen logs, dodging the claws of other cats. A dark tabby leaped for him and he ducked. He broke through a barrier of thorns and slowed to a walk, panting. A golden tom jumped out of a nearby tree and stalked over. "Sparrowstrike, what did you learn?" He glanced at the border where a few cats paced.

"A prophecy... White kit... Blue eyes... Save the clans... Or destroy them..." The tom spoke between gasps. "What? Who received this... this prophecy?" "A she-cat... white... black... Scar across her face..." "Splitmask" The tom growled. "Do we know who the prophecy is about?" "No, Waspstrike there are no white kits in the clan. At least with that description." A brown she-cat had padded over. "Sparrowstrike, go rest and get some water. I'll bring you a mouse." Sparrowstrike nodded. "Thanks, Acorndawn" Sparrowstrike padded away.

"Why did you send him? He could have been killed!" Acorndawn hissed "He's one of the fastest cats here, I chose him for that reason." Waspstrike sat looking at the border with the Darkforest. Only a tom remained, the dark tabby sat at the border glaring at the Starclan cats. As if daring them the cross. "Why did we even need a spy over there?" Acorndawn questioned. Waspstrike sighed. "If we didn't have a spy we wouldn't have learned about the prophecy. Why they got the prophecy and we didn't I will never know."

"Because we're better!" The brown tabby yelled across the border. Acorndawn sighed. "Let's move farther away from the border. The other cats will want to know." Waspstrike nodded. As they padded away he couldn't help but look back at the brown tabby.

Many seasons later

"A tom and she-cat" Birchfall announced. Blazerunner stopped his pacing and hurried into the den. There they were, his mate and kits. The tom looked like Dawnpelt, his dark ginger stripes the same color as hers. The she-cat was white with light grey stripes, paws, and muzzle. "They're beautiful."Blazerunner purred "What should we name them?" "Why not Flamekit for the tom?" Dawnpelt purred. "New life comes from destruction," Blazerunner said remembering the forest fire last moon that destroyed half the forest. Dawnpelt nodded.

They both turned their attention to the she-cat. "At the last gathering, I heard from Swiftfeather that the twoleg's sheep have something called a lamb and that they have curly fur. Her stripes make her fur look curly. Lambkit?" Dawnpelt tilted her head the way she did when she was thinking. "I like it." Dawnpelt nuzzled her kits.

Starclan.

Most of the clan was settled around the Moonpool, staring at the new kits in Thunderclan. "Why do we care?" A grey tabby yelled. "Yeah." a brown tom agreed Waspstrike and Acorndawn exchanged glances. "Should we tell them?" "We have to, they have a right to know." Waspstrike sighed and jumped up on the High rock. "Cats of Starclan, lend me your ears."

"Many seasons ago, There was a prophecy. For some reason, it wasn't given to us. The prophecy was given to" He hesitated "To The Place of No Stars." This caused an uproar. Cats shouting over each other. All-around chaos. It took a few moments to restore order. "What's the prophecy?" "We aren't exactly sure. All we know is that there is a white kit with blue eyes who will either save the clans or destroy them"

"Who?" "We think, since there are no other kits that match that description, that Lambkit is the one." "Now what? We don't want the clans to be destroyed!" "We don't..." "Kill her, get rid of the poisoned kit." A cat interrupted. Another uproar. Half of the clan was for, the other against. A silver tabby jumped up beside Waspstrike. "Quiet!" All at once every cat turned to look at her.

"The prophecy says that she could save the clans, why kill our only known hope at the moment." Starclan looked at one another. "Makes sense," they heard a few cats murmur. Others were nodding. Waspstrike gave her a grateful look. A small kit wiggled through the taller cats around her until she stood before the cats on the Highrock. "What do we do now?" she asked.

Waspstrike looked at all the cats gathered below. "We don't know."

Dark forest

A brown tabby padded through the overgrown bracken, making it rattle. He stepped out into a wide clearing, which is rare for the forest. In the middle, there was a puddle. If you could call it that, it was more mud than puddle but it worked. The murky image of a she-cat with kits curled at her belly was displayed. A few cats were sitting around the edge. Perched on rotting log, peering at the image was a one-eyed tom.

His once light grey fur was tangled and matted. Patchy and crisscrossed with scars. The tabby dipped his head and approached, tail low and ears flat against his head. "Yelloweye," The tom looked up, fixing his one eye on the tabby that had spoken. The eerie yellow eye unnerved the cats, they shifted uncomfortably. "What is it Blizzardpaw?" The tom snapped. "Can't you see I'm finding the kits for the prophecy?"

"I, I'm sorry." Blizzardpaw stammered. "Spit it out." "It's Starclan. Since we found their spy before Splitmask finished the prophecy, they think that it's just about that one kit." His tail flicked to the image of the white kit in the puddle. "Good," Yelloweye nodded "How do we know that the prophecy takes place now?" A brown and ginger tom asked. "Because Kinktail, this is the only time since the prophecy was uttered that there are all the cats that fit it. Lambkit." The image of the she-cat with her kits enlarged until Lambkit was the only one in the picture.

"Darkkit," the image changed to be a black tom. "Ferretkit," The image changed again to be a brown tabby tom with a spirling stripe pattern. "And Splashkit." A blue-grey she-cat with white spots took the place of Ferretkit. "Oh," Kinktail looked at his paws. "Who will be their mentors?" "We have 5 moons to decide that Prickleburr."Yelloweye turned to the black and white she-cat standing in the shadows "Splitmask,"

Splitmask stepped closer, her face becoming clearer in the faint fog. It was clear how she got her name since her face was black, like a mask, and she had a scar going across it diagonally. "Can you repeat the prophecy, for those who may have forgotten." "Of course Yelloweye."

Splitmask paused. "Within the clans, 4 will rise, white and black, brown and blue. Blue eyes, amber, Green eyes, Grey. If taught accurately they will either be saviors or destroyers" Yelloweye nodded. "Good, You are all dismissed." Yelloweye flicked his tail. The group of cats dispersed, vanishing into the tangle of undergrowth. As Blizzardpaw looked back he saw Yelloweye watching the puddle again, swishing his tail impatiently.

Thunderclan

Medicine cat - Birchfall a white she-cat with dark grey stripes

Warriors

Blazerunner a white tom with red and ginger stripes and green eyes.

Queens

Dawnpelt a light ginger she-cat with darker ginger stripes and amber eyes

Lambkit a white she-cat with light grey stripes, muzzle, paws, and blue eyes

Flamekit a ginger tom with darker ginger stripes and green eyes

Windclan

Warriors

Swiftfeather a white tom with black patches across his back and on his left eye and right paw

Kits

Ferretkit a brown tabby tom with a spirling stripe pattern

Riverclan

Splashkit a blue-grey she-kit with white spots that look like splashes.

Shadowclan

Darkkit a black tom with dark grey paws, tail, and ears

Starclan

Waspstrike a golden tabby tom with black stripes

Acorndawn a light brown she-cat with darker ears, paws, muzzle, and tail

Sparrowstrike a ginger and brown tom with white paws

Mistspirit a silver tabby she-cat with brown eyes

Darkforest

Yelloweye a light grey tangled, matted, patchy tom, crisscrossed with scars.

Splitmask a white and black she-cat with a scar across her face

Blizzardpaw a dark brown tabby with icy blue eyes

Kinktail a brown and ginger mottled tom with a broken tail

Prickleburr a brown and white tom with spiky fur