A/N: I got a request to write a short chapter about what hapens later in the prophecy, so this is it. Dedicated to Luxpaw! Enjoy!
Three warriors limped through WindClan territory back toward the camp. Although their fur was ragged and torn, and they suffered from extreme exhaustion, their eyes glowed with the strength and spirit of all of StarClan. They had just completed what was once thought to be near impossible: they had found RiverClan in Twoleg territory and taken them home. The ThunderClan leader, Smudgestar, had chased them out in an attempt to control all the clan territory, but just as Firestar and Graystripe had done, these three WindClan cats had managed to trek through the dangerous Twoleg territory and rescued the Clan.
They had heard of how, many moons back, Firestar and Graystripe of ThunderClan had saved WindClan from a similar fate. But now it was WindClan who had to come to the rescue of another clan and it was ThunderClan who had caused the trouble to begin with.
The first cat, Iceflower, was a shimmering silver she-cat with long fur. The next was named Goldenheart. He had short peach-colored fur that seemed to glimmer golden in strong sunlight. The final cat in the trio was named Wiseheart. She was a tiny tortoiseshell she-cat.
Each cat's spirits were lifted drastically when they saw their own camp looming in the distance. "We're home!" Goldenheart shouted. He broke into an awkward run, because one of his claws had been painfully torn in the rocky Twoleg territory. The other two cats followed his lead, yowling out their joy and satisfaction to StarClan.
They were very dissapointed when they finally reached their clearing on the moor. The clearing was deserted, littered with fur and stinking of ThunderClan. But the strongest scent was fear. They could tell that WindClan was still here, but hiding in the dens that lined the gorse wall.
A slender she-cat stepped out of the nursery. She bore no clawmarks of battle, for she was Willowface, the medicine cat. "Welcome back." she said. "StarClan's prophecy has been fufilled. Three will save RiverClan. But WindClan, now, is in peril. I refused to listen to StarClan's first prophecy of war." Her voice grew quiet with guild. "Skullface is dead. Smudgestar killed him."
"Who else was killed?" Goldenheart asked meekly. He could see how much the medicine cat was scared to speak of the battle, but he needed to know.
"Waterfur, Darksong, and...Gingerpelt." Willowface mewed. She knew that Gingerpelt was Wiseheart's mother.
"No..." the tortoiseshell spoke. "Not Gingerpelt. Are you sure she's dead? Maybe she fled the camp?"
"We've seen her body." Willowface mewed gravely. "That's not the only bad news. Her kits were slaughtered as well."
As she spoke, a lithe shape slithered out of the warriors den and stood in the center of the camp. "WindClan cats, gather for a clan meeting!" she yowled. It was Hailstar, the new leader of WindClan since Mudstar died. "I know things look bad, but we musn't give up. RiverClan is returned!" she yowled, giving an appreciative look to Wiseheart, Iceflower, and Goldenheart. "Not all hope is lost!"
"Hailstar," Hollypaw innerupted. He was a tall, muscular cat now, and his eyes shined with the secrets of StarClan. "All hope is never lost. StarClan have spoken with me."
"What do they say?" the grey she-cat spoke nervously.
"StarClan say that only six clans combined can take Smudgestar down."
"Six clans!" the deputy, Nightflame exclaimed. "WindClan, RiverClan, and ShadowClan. ThunderClan may turn against Smudgestar to help us fight. That's only four clans."
"StarClan is on our side." Willowface noted. "Perhaps they were part of the prophecy. But I do not understand how there can be six clans."
"Think!" Hollypaw encouraged his mentor. "Remember long back, when Bramblestar was a warrior. He took cats to the sun-drown place and spoke to Midnight. And he met a tribe of wildcats! Do you think that this is what StarClan meant?"
Willowface thought for a moment before slowly replying. "The Clan cats who accompanied Bramblestar saved their Tribe from Sharptooth. Do you suppose that they could help us?"
"I think that this is what StarClan meant." Hollypaw mewed gravely. "I will leave tonight to find the Tribe and ask for them to help us."
"How will you find them?" Hailstar exclaimed. "You don't know the way!"
"Crowfeather does." he replied simply. The black warrior stepped out from among the shocked cats.
"Of course." he spoke. "I will come with you, Hollypaw."
Hailstar took a deep breath. "I give you permission. But be careful out there." she shot the elderly warrior Crowfeather an affectionate glance.
Crowfeather gave her a reassuring lick. "Don't worry. I'll be back"
A/N: Yay, Crowpaw is going back :) R+R!