A/N: This story is rewritten, since I originally wrote this when I was 8 or 9. Also, I'm on mobile so I do not have lines to separate notes and time skips. Therefore, I will be using dashes as lines, as seen below.

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Nightleaf woke to a loud yowl. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath Lightningtree for a Clan meeting!" It was Featherstar, StormClan's leader and the littermate of Nightleaf's former mentor, Mistfeather.

A Clan meeting? Wonder what that's about, Nightleaf thought. She got to her paws and stretched, then padded to the Lightningtree. She'd heard tales about it when she was a kit. The Clan had debated making this their camp when they had first formed, but a sign from StarClan made it definite: a lightning bolt had struck the tree, leaving a star-shaped pattern, which remained etched into the tree today, but otherwise leaving it untouched.

Featherstar's gaze swept over the Clan, clearly making sure everyone was there before she spoke. "Last night, Stormcry visited me, and delivered a prophecy, which was this: "The new storm shall rage war on the growing enemy. If the water brought from the tree cannot prevent the fire, the storm shall die out, plants shall wither, and all will be lost. Squirrels and voles are deadly and will bring great harm.'"

Immediately, yowls erupted. Questions and worries and complaints. One yowl rose above the rest. "Silence!" It was Mudstripe. The deputy looked at Featherstar. "What does this mean, Featherstar? Can we no longer eat squirrels and voles? They are a large part of our prey."

Featherstar raised her head. "As you may know, prophecies are usually cryptic, and don't always mean what you think. For now, we are safe to keep eating them, but look at your prey closely. As for what it means, I don't know. Father, do you have any ideas?"

All eyes immediately turned to Darktail, StormClan's only elder and Featherstar's father. "I have no idea," he admitted, looking troubled.

"Then I shall think about it. Clan dismissed." Featherstar leaped down from the tree, padding over to Darktail and nuzzling him. Nightleaf watched her and sighed inwardly. She wished her parents were still alive. Her father had died from a badger shortly before she had been born, and her mother had died giving birth to her. She didn't even know their names. She didn't have any other family, either. Darkkit had been born dead, and Hopekit and Rosekit had been very sickly and had died shortly after birth. The closest thing she had to family was Poppyfeather, her adopted sister.

"Who was Stormcry?" Firepaw asked Mudstripe, who was her mentor.

"He was the deputy before Featherstar. He served under Twilightstar's rule, and was a direct descendant from Stormstar," Mudstripe replied. He turned and saw Nightleaf and lifted his head. "Nightleaf! Mistfeather is leading a hunting patrol. I'd like you to go on it."

Nightleaf dipped her head. "On it!" She replied, padding over to the patrol. The other cats in the patrol were Lightfly, Sparrowperch, and, of course, Mistfeather.

"Alright, let's go," Mistfeather ordered. "Today we're doing things a bit differently. We'll split up and meet at the clearing with the stream running through it at sunhigh."

"Do you have any idea what the prophecy meant?" Nightleaf asked Mistfeather as they walked.

"No. And we're supposed to split up," Mistfeather replied gruffly, not even looking at Nightleaf.

Nightleaf was shocked. Where was the kind, caring she-cat she knew? Mistfeather was her mentor, for StarClan's sake! She sighed, but veered away from Mistfeather.

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After hunting, Nightleaf dropped her prey off, then went to visit Poppyfeather in the medicine den. Mistfeather had barely spoken to Nightleaf the entire trip, and when she did it as with a hint of coldness.

"You need to groom yourself!" Poppyfeather was saying to Flickpaw when Nightleaf arrived. "Remember, you want to look good at the Gathering tonight. We can't have Tigerstorm thinking I took on a ruckus for an apprentice!"

The Gathering! A thrill of excitement ran through Nightleaf. This would be her first Gathering as a warrior. She'd been made a warrior a quarter moon after the last Gathering.

"Nightleaf!" Poppyfeather exclaimed, noticing her. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"No, no, it's just- can I talk to you for a moment?" Nightleaf asked.

"Of course! Flickpaw, go gather some more marigold. We're getting low," Poppyfeather ordered. Flickpaw dipped his head and ran off. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"It's Mistfeather," Nightleaf confessed. "She's become… distant. She barely talked to me all patrol, and when she did she sounded so cold! It's just not like her."

Poppyfeather sighed. "Maybe the prophecy is just troubling her," she suggested. "Mistfeather… hasn't been acting herself lately. If there was anything I knew, you know I'd tell you."

"I know you would," Nightleaf agreed, turning away. She headed down the path, toward the prey pile. She grabbed a mouse and dug in.

Almost as soon as Nightleaf had finished eating, Featherstar leapt up onto the Lightningtree. "The cats I will be taking to the Gathering are Lightfly, Ripplestream, Blackpaw, Mistfeather, Brackenstem, and Nightlwaf," she announced. "Let's go." With a flick of her tail, they set off.