Disclaimer-I do not own Warriors, nor do I own the genius works of art known as Greek Mythology.

This is my first fanfic ever, so please be gentle. For those of you who have never read Greek Mythology, you may have a small disadvantage while reading this. But don't worry. If you understand Warriors, then you will grasp this story well. I will be adding some elements from the movie "Troy" to this story, but most of it is based on Greek Mythology. If you have read Greek Mythology, then enjoy the story, and please read and review!

Prologue

Starry moonlight reflected on six Clan cats, turning their pelts to white flame. Seven majestic cats, all part of the StarClan Council, stood calmly surveying the six confused medicine cats. The medicine cats were from different Clans, and it was strange that they'd all been brought together in the sacred Dream Fields, especially Mothwing, who did not believe in StarClan or share dreams with them. Unease swept through the cats. The only time that all the medicine cats were brought together in the sacred Dream Fields was if something big was going to happen to the Clans. Finally, Leafpool, a pretty light brown tabby she-cat with a white chest, white paws, and amber eyes spoke.

"Why have you brought all the medicine cats together?" her voice, though shaky, was relatively calm.

""And why in the sacred Dream Fields?" Jayfeather mewed curiously. Jayfeather was Leafpool's apprentice, and he was blind. But he was a most unusual and powerful cat, for he possessed the Sight, a power that gives one the ability to read minds and walk the paths of other cat's dreams.

Glacier and Wojtuso, StarClan's rulers, glided forward bathed in glorious starlight. Even the Founders bowed their heads in deepest respect. When they spoke, their voices were quiet and mystical.

"You must go back and warn your Clans of an ancient Clan coming to the forest. They are most divine, and they will shape your destinies and change your lives."

Littlecloud, Leafpool, Willowbreeze, Jayfeather, Kestelflight, and Mothwing all began to murmur excitedly. Jayfeather could feel the excitement coming off of the Council in waves, so he knew that the new Clan was nothing to worry about, yet he couldn't help asking,

"Will this new Clan change our lives for the better or for the worst?"

Windstar, an athletic, long-legged dark brown she-cat with amber eyes mewed, "Fear not, little one. This new Clan will bring an era of glory and change among the Clans. They are divine and immortal."

"They will do many great things for you and the Clans," purred Thunderstar, a large auburn tom with white paws and amber eyes.

"They will become your dear friends, and you will become their dear friends," hissed Shadowstar, a lithe, jet-black she-cat with green eyes.

"But you must have an open mind," warned Wojtuso, the majestic, blue-white tom with green eyes. "Not all of the cats are good, and one will be possessed by the dark cats in the Place of No Stars."

Glacier, a beautiful dark ginger tabby she-cat with the most bluest of eyes, came to stand beside her mate. She spoke in her soft, but firm voice.

"This is a dysfunctional Clan, and they are very quarrelsome and petty. In this powerful Clan, sibling mates with sibling, tempers fly over, the pettiest of things, and anyone who opposes or offends them is struck dead."

Jayfeather and his friends listened in horror. How could they be dear friends with a Clan of savages?

As though he could read their minds, Wojtuso whispered a prophecy:

When an ancient family of old, are thrust into the lives of cats,

They will bring with them a new dawn.

However, Tiger will try to control the golden apprentice and

slashing claws will bring grief and darkness.

Jay, Lion, and Holly must help the golden apprentice choose his path and

only when embers die, will there finally be peace.

Golden apprentice? Slashing claws? Tiger? What does the Council mean? thought Jayfeather in despair.

"Remember," whispered the Council as they departed in a swirling mist. "Have an open mind."

The medicine cats awoke with gasps.

"What do we do now?" mewed Mothwing.

"We warn the Clans," declared Leafpool gravely.