Leopardspot's Pov

I was about to run to the twoleg place to go help until Iceflower stopped me. "It's their destiny," she murmured in my ear as she went to the warriors den.

Iceflower was right. It was their destiny. I remembered the prophecy that Starclan had given me when I was an apprentice.

The same seven that went on the quest,

Shall use their powers to save the clan in the west,

From the terrifying Dark Forest.

I had never really payed very much attention to the prophecy, but now that the first prophecy had started, the 2nd prophecy had been brought to my attention. Then, I tried to figure out what powers they had.

Graypaw obviously could read minds. He had always been finishing my sentences for me. As for Silverpaw… Uh… Well, one of the Starclan warriors- Firestar I recall- told me that her power had something to do breathing underwater, and that her power would be activated by something that will happen during the quest. I don't understand how breathing underwater will do us well, but whatever that can save the clans is fine by me.

Streampaw's Pov

Gah! Dogs? Seriously? "We'll have to climb trees," Silverheart instructed. Trees? That just made this a whole level worse! Silverheart turned to glare at me. Oh Starclan, I said that out loud didn't I?

Instead of receiving Silverheart's meaningless glare, I got Graypaw's threatening hiss. "How dare you mock the ways of Thunderclan! What if I said that fishing was useless and the only thing swimming would do would be to get you drowned?"

"And what if I said that the only things climbing trees would give you is broken body parts!?" I retorted. Then, Silverheart snarled. "If you two are just going to stand there and do nothing while the dog tears you apart, then be my guest. If not, then HURRY UP AND CLIMB THE STUPID TREE, YOU FROG-HEADED MOUSEBRAINS!"

Graypaw gave me a menacing look, and I sneered in return, but said nothing and climbed the tree as we were supposed to do a while ago.

3rd Pov

Then, the dog appeared beneath the cats. It jumped up and tried to clamp Snakepaw's black tail with its jaw, but it missed. Snakepaw jumped up to a higher branch so that he would be out of sight of the dog.

Then, the dog targeted Icepaw, and since she was on a lower branch, the dog had a better chance of being able to actually attack her. The dog leaped at her. Icepaw gasped in surprise as the dog's claws made a long and deep gash on her white fur. She yowled in pain, and quickly climbed up to the branch that Swiftpaw and Goldenpaw were sitting on.

All of the sudden, the dog started climbing the tree. "Since when did dogs like to climb trees!?" Goldenpaw shrieked as the dog started to get closer and closer.

"JUMP!" Tawnyfur screamed. The dog was about to claw Silverheart's face off, and the dog's teeth were dug deep into Graypaw's shoulder.

"JUMP!" Tawnyfur screamed again. "In 3, 2, 1, JUMP, I TELL YOU, JUMP!"

The cats leaped out of the tree, and just in time to see the dog's twoleg come out calling its name.

"H-Help… I-I….." Streampaw's voice died off as soon as the dog gave him a bite in his neck before returning to its twoleg.

"Streampaw!" Graypaw gaped at Streampaw. The two toms hated each other, but Graypaw would certainly miss bickering with him if he died.

Icepaw jumped out of the tree with a huge leap and landed straight in front of Streampaw's body. "S-Streampaw… Is he dead?" Icepaw whimpered.

Silverheart nudged him once. He didn't move. Silverheart nudged him one more time. Streampaw let out a low moan and his head lolled over to one side.

"He's not dead," Silverheart insured. "But he's very weak, so I suggest we be careful with him."

"Icepaw," she continued, "You can go fetch me some cobwebs to stop the bleeding. Swiftpaw, fetch me some horsetail to help with his infected wounds," Silverheart commanded.

Tawnyfur nodded in approval. "You know very much about herbs at such a young age," she commented.

Silverheart blushed. "No, no, everyone already knows these herbs in Thunderclan. The kits learn about them soon after they are born," she explained.

"We should try that in Shadowclan," Tawnyfur murmured. "Snakepaw, Streampaw should be getting hungry soon. Maybe you should go hunting," Tawnyfur suggested, pointing at a rabbit not too far away with her tail.

Snakepaw scowled. "I'm not fast enough! Ask Goldenpaw," he said stubbornly.

Tawnyfur rolled her eyes. "Both of you can go," she said sternly. Snakepaw frowned but did as he was told to do anyway. Goldenpaw quickly ran after him, not wanting to pick a fight with the medicine cats.

Soon after, Goldenpaw and Snakepaw came back with a mouthful of rabbits, mice, fish, and voles. "The prey's pretty rich here," Streampaw weakly croaked.

"Yeph! I bef yoo woold bea quife safisfief if yoo werf de won catfing the preyf," Goldenpaw meowed, her voice muffled by the amount of prey that she was carrying.

Streampaw hastily tried let out a purr of amusement, but ended up in a fit of endless coughing. Just in time, Icepaw came back with a pawful of cobwebs and tansy.

"I figured that Streampaw would eventually start coughing," she explained. "So I brought some tansy too."

Silverheart hid a dose of tansy inside of the fish that Streampaw was eating, and giggled as he said that the fish tasted even more delicious than it usually was.

Then, she covered Streampaw's wounds with some cobwebs. "Don't move or else the cobwebs will fall off," Silverheart said.

Streampaw nodded. He tried to lie as still as he could while eating his fish. By the time Streampaw ate half of his fish, Swiftpaw came back with some horsetail, dock, and a rabbit. When he saw the pile of fresh-kill that Goldenpaw and Snakepaw had brought back, he started drooling and immediately dropped the skinny rabbit that he caught and grabbed a nice and plump one.

Graypaw's Pov

Silverheart called all of us over with a loud yowl. "Whoever has sore pads should come here so that I can treat them with dock," she announced. Tawnyfur and Icepaw headed off towards her, to get their pads treated.

I quickly gathered up some feathers and a nice clump of moss and curled up in the newly made nest, hoping for a good night's sleep.

3rd Pov

In the Dark Forest…

Bloodclaw signaled Graypaw to come and meet one of his friends. "Graypaw, there you are! You haven't visited since Sparkleleaf received the prophecy! Anyways, this is Ripjaw. He shall be training you today." Then Bloodclaw stalked away, minding his own business.

Ripjaw laughed. "My name isn't really Ripjaw. It's Oceanstorm. Bloodclaw just calls me that because I ripped my father's jaw off of him. He was too talkative."

Graypaw shuddered, imagining himself ripping Stonefire's jaw off of him. As much as Graypaw hated his father, he couldn't bear watching himself rip his father's jaw out and leaving him jawless. That would make him a tad bit too fox-hearted.

Oceanstorm looked at Graypaw in the eye. "Even though Oceanstorm is my real name," he started. "You better not call me that. Or else."

Wait a minute…Oceanstorm? Graypaw thought about his name for a few moments. Wasn't he Riverclan's deputy? Why was he in the Dark Forest? Before Graypaw could think of any other strange things that were happening, Ripjaw's body slammed into Graypaw's. Graypaw fell over, coughing.

"I-I wasn't ready!" He panted. Ripjaw ignored him. He pounced, claws unsheathed. Graypaw barely had any time to dodge. "Wait, please!" Ripjaw cut him off by biting down on one of his hind legs.

Graypaw howled in pain. This was the worst he felt ever since a fox attacked him and he fell into the river.

Before Ripjaw could strike again, Graypaw got to his paws. He unsheathed his own claws. "Get back!" He hissed.

"Why should I?" Ripjaw's smirk was full of arrogance. "This'll show him why," Graypaw muttered under his breath. Graypaw raced forward, slashing at Ripjaw's muzzle. His hit only seemed to faze him.

"Think again, kit. Do you really think you can defeat a full grown warrior? We'll begin training again tomorrow. I'm your mentor now; you'll see why next time."

Graypaw gasped. Ripjaw was going to kill Bloodclaw!

Tigerpelt's Pov

In Tigerpelt's dream…

A cat with blue fur walked up to a pretty silver cat.. "Silverheart, it's nice to see you again," she greeted. The silver cat dipped her head down in respect. "Bluestar," she replied.

"There is something I need to tell you. The prophecy is wrong. Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, nor Windclan needs help. It is Bayclan that needs help," Bluestar said.

Silverheart stared in confusion. Huh, I thought. Silverheart must be the cat who is destined to save my clan.

"Bayclan is a clan that is near the sun-drown place. The twolegs call the sun-drown place the bay, so that is how my clan got its name," I explained, stepping out of my hiding place.

Both cats yelped in surprise. "T-Tigerpelt..." Bluestar stammered. "How do you know who I am?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Our ancestors didn't even walk the same skies!

"Uh… I've been watching you," Bluestar admitted. "Stalker," I muttered. Bluestar blushed. "Well…Uh… You two should wake up now…" Bluestar suggested awkwardly.

"Yeah… Well, see you later Tigerpelt," Silverheart said as she disappeared and woke up in the real world. (Or so she thought)Tigerpelt nodded and woke up too.

Silverheart's Pov

In her second dream…

I woke up, expecting myself to be on cold ground, with an icy breeze against my fur. Not only did I realize that I was not in the nest that I made, but I was back in Starclan.

A smoky gray she-cat with brilliant blue eyes approached me. "I am Dovewing," she said. "I am here to tell you that it shall join you eight on the quest."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Frostfeather. Deputy of Shadowclan."

"Ok…" I muttered.

"Well…Uh… You better get going then..."

Then, Silverheart woke up, only to find that a group of rouge cats rounding up and circling the sleeping cats, ready to attack.