Chapter 1
A warm breeze of greenleaf ruffled a honey-ginger cat's fur as she gazed over the lake. She was just a paw-step in the water as the gentle waves hit her paws. The honey-ginger cat stared as the sun's began to set turning the lake gold. The she-cat could hear some cat calling her name in the breeze, but she couldn't understand anything else.
"Littlewhisker, are you coming or are you going to stand in the water all day?" Spiderleg called to the she-cat.
Littlewhisker turned her head Spiderleg and mewed, "Coming."
Sandstorm, the third cat on the evening patrol, took lead heading along the WindClan border. All was quiet except for the rush of the river.
Littlewhisker opened her jaws and almost at once she scented vole; Her mouth water with the scent, but her stomach full. She heard her name being called, but she couldn't place where it was coming from.
"Go to where the rivers meet," the voice was calling.
Littlewhisker stopped and looked around the forest with eyes full of alarm. Spiderleg and Sandstorm stopped, too and Spiderleg asked tartly, "Now what?"
"You didn't here that?" Littlewhisker asked, now puzzled.
"Here what?" Sandstorm asked padding up beside her.
Realizing they didn't hear the voice calling, Littlewhisker shook herself and meowed, "Nothing. It must have been a pigeon."
"Or you've been stuffing yourself too much," Spiderleg mewed.
"Lets get back to camp. Littlewhisker, maybe you should get some rest. I don't think you got enough sleep after your vigil last night," Sandstorm mewed.
Littlewhisker wondered what the message meant. Go to the where the rivers meet, Littlewhisker remembered. Does that mean the lake? Should I go there?
They arrived at camp and Sandstorm ordered Littlewhisker to go rest before they reported to Firestar. Littlewhisker bounded over to the warriors' den and about collided with Whiteear and Maplestripe, her two older brothers. Though they were average sized cats Littlewhisker was twice as small. She was the size of a six moon old apprentice.
"Where are you to off to in sure a hurry?" she asked.
"Out for a quick hunt," Whiteear explained. Littlewhisker opened her mouth to ask another question and Maplestripe added, "We want to hunt before Stormkit's apprentice ceremony."
"Do you know who her mentor will be?" Littlewhisker asked.
"Don't you know? You know everything that happens in ThunderClan," Whiteear asked.
"Of course I know that Brackenfur will be her mentor. I was asking if you knew," Littlewhisker meowed with a wide yawn after she finished.
"Go get some rest before the ceremony. We'll wake you up," Maplestripe promised finishing the conversation.
"Thanks."
Littlewhisker padded into the den and saw that it was almost empty. Brackenfur and Sorreltail were sharing tongues and Brambleclaw, her father, was asleep beside Squirrelflight, her mother. When Littlewhisker reached her nest her oldest sister, Goldentail lay beside her.
She knew she wouldn't get a long sleep, but she fell into a deep sleep.
Littlewhisker opened her eyes and she was looking out over the lake. She couldn't remember come here. The sun was well over her head. Did I miss Stormkit's apprentice ceremony? Littlewhisker thought.
Though Littlewhisker was a warrior she didn't train as long as a regular apprentice; she had the wits have a senior warrior and knew more about what was going on in ThunderClan more than Firestar himself. When Littlewhisker was a few days away from leaving the nursery Ferncloud had one kit, Stormkit. They became friends and when Littlewhisker had her apprentice and warrior ceremony Stormkit was there even though she was not old enough to be at them.
Littlewhisker then realized that Maplestripe and Whiteear promised to wake her and they would never break their promise so this had to be a dream.
Littlewhisker padded over to the shore and listened to the lake breeze calling her name.
"Go to where the rivers meet, Littlewhisker," the voice was calling again, but beside her. Littlewhisker looked around and this time saw a tortoiseshell cat stand near her.
"Who are you?" Littlewhisker asked surprised.
"I'm Spottedleaf," the tortoiseshell mewed as her amber eyes burned into Littlewhisker's. Squirrelflight had told her that Spottedleaf was once a ThunderClan medicine cat and had visited her in dreams, but she never thought that she would come to her dreams.
"Why are you here? In my dream?" Littlewhisker asked.
Spottedleaf responded by, "Go to where the rivers meet." Then with a bink of an eye she was gone.
"Wait, don't go!" Littlewhisker called.
Her eyes flew open to a poke in the flank and she was back in the warriors' den with Brackenfur over her. The rest of the den was empty.
"Don't tell me Twolegs are going to destroy our home again!"
'Go to where the rivers meet' isn't really a prophecy, it is a message. SO that wouldn't count if you figured it out because it is easy.