Summary and Authors Note: It has been many moons sense the great Firestar died and cats from all Clans have been taken by something, but all the signs point to the Tribe cats! The Clans are confused because this has never happened before sense they moved into the new territory. Will the Clans have to move again? What will happen if they do? This is my first story, ever, so please don't be too harsh!

StarClan:

"But they must know!" Snowkit meowed, padding, after Bluestar, Nightstar, Tallstar, and Crookedstar.

"No! They must figure this out on their own!" Bluestar mewed harshly.

"Snowkit's right. They need to know! It's too difficult for them to figure out without any help!" Spottedleaf said, padding up to the group of shining, silver cats.

Yellowfang came up behind Snowkit and said, "Are you saying that the Clans are stupid, Spottedleaf?"

"Of course she isn't!" a silver tabby she-cat said as she padded up and sat beside Spottedleaf.

"Feathertail! Crookedstar said looking at his granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

"I walk in two skies now. The Tribe of Starlit Plains, and here, with those to I have always be loyal.

"So are we all agreed that a prophesy shall be sent?" Snowkit meowed loudly.

"Yes, but who will receive it?" Bluestar questioned, pointing out this obvious obstacle.

"Not any of the four who were chosen before we moved." meowed Nightstar.

"How about we send it to a kittypet? We know that one will come to WindClan, don't we?" Crookedstar said.

"Great! Who shall take it? When? How should it be shown to them?" mewed Gorsepaw.

"Not so fast apprentice. We must wait 'till she joins the Clans, then we'll send it to her." Yellowfang growled.

The Tribe of Starlit Plains:

The ground was a warm blood red as she padded toward her brother. Forest scents filled her nose as she continued onward. A horrifying battle was going on around her but she moved silently and easily past them. As she drew closer to her brother she whispered in his ear. "Rain and Sun will clash together and Blood will prevail! Eight apprentices shall save us all but only some will live." She whispered harshly to her brother. "Stormfur! Heed my words! They mean trouble for the Tribes as well as your other friends! One cat from each Tribe shall be chosen to save the Tribes . . . and your other friends that I know you miss. Take care brother, and protect your Tribe well!"

"Wait! Feathertail! Come back!" He called to her, puzzling over the prophesy she just told him. Who were the cats that she meant? What, or who, are Sun and Rain?

Flower's House:

She was running through the forest, free of the collar that normally rubbed at her neck. She smelled something. Mouse, she thought eagerly and began to stalk it, dropping smoothly into a crouch. As she leapt onto her prey she sensed that another cat was there, but as she turned the he grip loosened and the mouse wriggled free. "The Clans are calling, will you accept?" the mysterious voice challenged.

She blinked several times before noticing that she was in her yard, not in a forest. Flower felt her collar at her neck. It was just a dream. She was suddenly curious about the forest that was just near by. She got up and stretched, padding toward the cat flap. As Flower padded out she was bathed in moonlight. What are the clans, She thought, puzzled for the moment until her friend, Cleo bounded up to her.

"My mother just told me about the Clans Daisy met when she was going to have her first litter!" Cleo mewed.

"Clans? I heard that in my dream just now." Flower said. "Where's the nearest one?"

Cleo was puzzled by this news about Flower's dream. Flower never had dreams as far as she knew! "Uh, past the Horseplace is one clan, but in the other direction is another."

"Great! Should I go now or wait 'till later?" Flower meowed excitedly.

"I didn't realize that you wanted to leave. Now I guess, while your No-fur's are still asleep." Cleo replied, startled at Flower's odd behavior. "I'll take you to the edge of our territory in any direction you choose."

"I want to go away from he Horseplace." Flower mewed confidently.