Yeah, since I haven't been on here forever, I'm going to post the next two chapters. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

A cool breeze ruffled Wrenpaw's tabby fur as she walked through the grass at the bottom of the gorge. The river ran by her, it's surface filled with stars from the night sky. She bent her head to lick up a few drops of the starry water, and jumped in surprise when she saw the reflection of another cat.

It was Whitestar, the leader before Bearstar who had went to hunt with StarClan when she was just two moons old. His fur semed to be made of stars themselves. Wow! thought Wrenpaw, A StarClan cat! But why is he here talking-or going to talk-to me?

Whitestar lifted his head to her. "Wrenpaw, I have important news for you." he said.

"F-for me?" Wrenpaw couldn't believe she was getting a message and not Mousepelt.

"Yes," the white cat went on, "Times of trouble are coming, Wrenpaw. You and three others will meet at the Moon-light place at the next moonhigh. Your problem lies beyond the sea." Whitestar looked downriver where the river ran into the ocean. "Four will become one. Two will become one. Star and Sky will clash and six cats will be the only ones to stop it." He finished and looked at her again. Wrenpaw felt her eyes grow wide.

Suddenly the grass and river disappeared beneath her feet and she was on the water. But not in it. Looking down, she saw the blackness of the cold liquid and fear flashed through her. She would drown! Looking up at Whitestar, who seemed peaceful enough, calmed her nerves so she could look around her.

They were standing on the sea in between the mainland; the land four clans had called home for centuries, and the strange island that she had seen shapes of cats on the other day at the gathering. The moon was above them, casting a glimmer in the sea, and making enough light to see two dark shapes on the islands. They were both looking out at the sea, but it was too bark to see the color of their pelts.

"Look at this now," Whitestar meowed even though Wrenpaw was already staring at the scene before her, "You can not change the the future has in store. Love and loyalty will collide and only one will come out on top. Remember that not all of your friends are your allies."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Wrenpaw looked up at him, but everything had begun to fade. Whitestar along with them. "No! Wait! Who are those two cats? Tell me what you mean!" But he was gone. Wrenpaw was left alone in the darkness.

"What do you mean? I said I was going on an early hunting trip with Cinderfur."

Wrenpaw opened her eyes and saw she was in the apprentice den again and Goldenpaw was standing over her looking confused.

"Nothing," Wrenpaw got up and arched her back in a stretch, "Bad dream, that's all. I must have ate a tough piece of fresh-kill last night."

Goldenpaw shrugged, "All well," she mewed, "See you at moonhigh."

Wrenpaw nodded as her friend went out of the camp and sat down to think about her dream. What did it mean? And why had StarClan sent it to her and not a medicine cat? Did the last part mean someone was going to betray the clan? If so she would have to tell Bearstar. And how could stars and the sky clash? The star's were in the sky.

Shaking her head, she got to her paws and padded over to where Lucktail was sharing tongues with Dawnfur. Since Ghostfur was on the Dawn patrol, Wrenpaw needed some warrior to go out of camp with her. Grining a mechevious grin at the two she mewed, "Sorry to brake up you two love bird's special moment, but do you want to go out and hunting with me? Ghostfur's on the dawn patrol."

Instantly, Dawnfur got to her paws and brushed a paw over an ear. "No thanks, Wrenpaw," she said, "I promised to go with Weaselface." Weaselface was her brother, but she figured that Dawnfur's high pride made her not want to be caught with an apprentice if it wasn't her own.

Lucktail got to his paws too and sighed, "Okay, Wrenpaw," he meowed, "I'll take you hunting." He licked Dawnfur's ear and murmered something in her ear. Wrenpaw thought of her dream. Love and loyalty will collide. Could that be Lucktail and Dawnfur? They seemed to love each other enough. Mouse brain, she told herself herself. She knew there were a lot of relationships in this clan alone. It could be anyone.

Following him out of the camp, he turned to her, "So where do you want to hunt?" he asked.

"Um…" Wrenpaw thought, "Why not by the Moon-light place?"

Lucktail twitched his ear and gave her a funny look. "You know the only thing you can find there is turtles and crabs, right?"

Wrenpaw brushed her paw over the grass, "Yes,"

"Is there something wrong?" he asked in a lower voice, crouching down so he was eye-level with her. "You're acting kind of strange."

"I'm fine," Wrenpaw looked up and mewed. She hesitated and said, "Lucktail? Do you know anything about that island in the sea by Moon-light place?"

Lucktail looked thoughtful and then said, "Well lets see," and raced off in that direction. Wrenpaw followed him down to the beach where he was sitting looking at the mysterious island.

"When I was a kit," he began when she sat down by him, "I wondered-I still wonder-what was over there. My mother, Speckleback, told me that humans domesticated every spit of land on it." He looked over in the far distence where a twoleg monster bridge crossed over to the island, "Even though I knew there was a lot of twoleg-free land on it."

"How do you know?"

Lucktail's tail twitched. "I went over there once."

Wrenpaw's heart beat in her chest, "What? How?"

"By the bridge," he meowed, flicking his tail to indicate the twoleg bridge over in the distance. "I promised myself never to do that again. You only get this narrow strip about the size of a rabbit to walk on, and then it's monsters passing by you. One of them even bushed against my fur." He shivered. "But I saw some cats clustered together and walking like a patrol. I didn't stick around long enough for them to catch me."

They sat their together staring at the island for a long time in silence. Then Lucktail got up shaking sand off his tail. "We better get back with something," he said.

Pretty soon the two came into the camp with prey in their mouths. They dropped it in the fresh-kill pile and Wrenpaw went to the den to take a nap. She hoped that Whitestar wouldn't prowl through her dreams again.

Laying on the moss, she was about to go to sleep until a thought hit her.

You and three others will meet at the Moon-light place at the next moonhigh.

That was today! Wrenpaw lifted her head again. It was sunhigh. She would go tonight and see what would happen. If nobody showed up she would sneak back into camp. Suddenly life felt a little more difficult.