"Quickfoot, does this mean we'll have to go into battle? We're medicine cats. We aren't exactly trained to be fighters," Darkpaw asked, his tail flicking nervously.
"No, we won't go into battle. We don't even know for sure if there will be one. If there is, we'll stand off to the side with supplies and tend to any injured cat that asks for our help," Quickfoot replied.
"Even if they're from another Clan?"
She thought for a moment, then answered, "It's their choice who they want help from. If they're about to die, I really don't think it matters."
Darkpaw curled up in the corner of the den and folded his tail neatly over his nose. His eyes fluttered shut.
"No! Don't go to sleep, Darkpaw. We might have to go to the other Clans and share the news," Quickfoot meowed.
Darkpaw growled something under his breath and sat up, just in time to hear Rowanstar calling a meeting. They trotted out into the clearing, where ThunderClan cats were gathering.
"Cats of ThunderClan, Quickfoot has received a sign of danger from StarClan. Tell them what you saw, Quickfoot," Rowanstar yowled.
Quickfoot jumped next to Rowanstar on the Highledge. The cats stared at her expectantly, but she found it hard to tell them the terrible prophecy.
"I had a dream last night that I was sitting by the lake. Many of ThunderClan's greatest warriors were there. Firestar told me that 'Four Clans will turn to three if they do not blend to one.'" she meowed.
The cats exchanged worried glances, and murmurs of fear broke out everywhere as she went on, "It must mean that one Clan could be wiped out if we do not work together as one Clan to save them."
"Thank you, Quickfoot," Rowanstar mewed, dipping her head to the medicine cat.
Quickfoot leaped down next to the warriors. Her best friend, Goldenheart inched over to give her room to sit. Taking the place gratefully, she turned back to the Highledge where Rowanstar was still making announcements.
"I will need two patrols. One will go to WindClan and RiverClan, and the other will go to ShadowClan. We will need to warn them of this grave danger, especially the medicine cats, so they can further translate warnings from StarClan. Goldenheart, you will lead the patrol to WindClan and RiverClan."
Goldenheart's eyes brightened. She didn't lead patrols very often, and leading such an important one was even better.
"I want Quickfoot and Darkpaw to go with you. You can choose two other cats. Softtail, you can lead the patrol to ShadowClan. Choose two other cats as well," Rowanstar continued.
Quickfoot felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Rowanstar was known for her honesty, but the other Clans might not take intruders very well, especially ShadowClan. Echostar was known for defending his territory fiercely. WindClan, however, had been allies with ThunderClan since Onestar saved Firestar's Clan from badgers. RiverClan were somewhat allies since ThunderClan saved Stormfur and Brook from a life alone in the forest after Hawkfrost had them driven out. She still tensed, fearing the long journey ahead and what the other Clans would say...
Missing disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. But how cool would that be?