"Starsky, are you alright?" meowed a voice. Groaning, the she-cat opened her eyes, to see Swiftpaw standing over her. Looking around, she realized she was in the medicine cat's den.

"Ah, you're awake." Sealwhisker, the medicine cat, padded over to her side. "Here, have some herbs. They'll lessen the pain."

"Thank you…Stormpaw, did you save me?"

"Yeah, Starsky…and I'm Stormtail now! You were unconscious for quite a long time... So I already had my vigil..."

"Oh, you're a warrior! Stormpaw-no, Stormtail, I'm so proud of you!" The black warrior drew a raspy tongue over the ear of her former apprentice. "I told you that you would earn your warrior name!"

"Stormtail…I should tell you this. Sealwhisker, you need to hear it too, I guess. I've had a dream. Firestar, the legendary leader, came to me. He said, 'Danger threatens the Clan. Beware of the fox that is not a fox. Seek the shadows. Prey shall become a warrior! Those who once ruled shall now be ruled! The ancients live again!'

"And then he vanished. But…I heard his voice on the wind. Names…Strawkit, Wrenkit, Shadowpaw, Stripedfang, Flarekit, Skypaw, Ravenkit..."

"But those are names not in any Clan!" cried Sealwhisker. "What could it mean?"

"Perhaps," muttered Stormtail, "The 'fox' refers to your apprentice, Foxfire?"

Sealwhisker was silent. "Perhaps," she whispered in a barely audible voice. "Perhaps."

"Good morning, Calvin!" yowled Hobbes, pouncing on his good ol' buddy.

"AHHHHHHHHHH! TIGER ATTACK! EEEEEEEEE!" screamed the six-year old jokingly. "SAVE ME!" He pulled away from Hobbes''claws, and soon the two were wrestling together on the bed.

"CALVIN! Quit banging around!" called his mom from downstairs. Calvin sighed. "Yes 'Mom.' C'mon Hobbes, let's go into the woods then!" Laughing, the two of them leapt off the bed and ran out the door, pausing only to grab the wagon.

Little did they know what fate had in store for them. As they careened joyously through the woods, they suddenly found themselves flying over a chasm. But this time, the wagon did not make it over. Their lives flashed before their eyes. But just before they hit the ground, they heard a great thunderclap, a voice whispering "Strawkit! Stripedfang!", and then they were nowhere.

Zoe poked Hammie with the paintbrush. "Is that a cowboy?"

"No, it's a dinosaur! OF COURSE it's a cowboy!"

"Kids, kids, don't argue, now. Wren's sleeping." Zoe and Hammie's mother, Wanda, walked into the room, drying her hands on a paper towel. "Now, do you kids want to play Scrabble?"

"Yay! Scrabble!"

"I love Scrabble!"

"Wait. What's Scrabble?"

"Let me explain," said their dad, Darryl, entering the room holding Wren, who was asleep. "Now you see, Scrabble is…blah…words…blah blah blah…triple bonus…"

"I don't get it," muttered Hammie.

Wanda sighed. "Let me explain, then…" But she never got a chance. Suddenly, the Scrabble tiles began to glow with a life of their own. Several rose into the air, and spelled out the words "Flarekit," "Wrenkit," "Ravenkit," "Shadowpaw," and "Skypaw" on the board. And then, the words glowed and clashed together, making the noise of thunder, and the board, glowing, opened into a wide abyss, into which they fell.

Wanda groaned, and pulled herself to her feet. Looking around, she saw that she was in a forest. But what tall trees they were! And what was that smell? Spinning around, she saw a fiery red cat with mussy hair staring back at her. His eyes were sky-blue, and he seemed as confused as she.

And that was when she realized the cat was as big as she. And remembered that she had risen to her feet-all four of them. Looking down, she saw two black paws. "I-I-I'm a cat!" she cried in shock.

"Mom?????" asked an incredulous-looking black tom. He stared at her with wide, deep turquoise eyes. "I-I'm Hammie! And that's Zoe, and that's Wren!" At his side was a somewhat larger she-cat, who was a red much similar to the larger ones', but her pelt was much smoother than his. Her eyes were dark blue, although not as dark as those of her brother. Tumbling and playing at the large tom's paws was a brown-black kit, much tinier than the others. Her eyes were soft blue, a mixture of sky and cloud. (Whee, a senseless metaphor!)

"Darryl, what's happened to us?" cried Wanda in shock. "Where can we be?" Even as she spoke, Zoe lunged at a tree and tried to climb it. "Don't," Wanda yowled when she saw. "You'll break your neck!"

"Oh no, I won't! Mom, I'm a cat now!" Zoe laughed, but suddenly stopped laughing when a large, striped, orange cat with green eyes lunged seemingly out of nowhere, landing in the middle of the MacPhearsons. A yellow, fur-mussed tom, about Zoe's size, dashed down the tree trunk and knocked her off with one swipe. Zoe fell, landed on her feet, rolled, and got back up, spitting and clawing.

"STOP!" yowled Wanda, pushing Wren beneath her despite the kit's eagerness to watch the battle unfold. "You'll scare the baby!" No one paid any attention to her-including Wren. She tried to squeeze out. Not even Darryl. He was slashing at the striped cat's face, assisted by a furious Hammie.

Calvin stared at Zoe. This girl was good! (He could scent she was a female because Hobbes taught him.) She lunged at him and pinned him down, but he shrugged his shoulders and threw her off. They squalled for a while before breaking apart, panting hard. Their sides were heaving with perspiration.

"Good fight!" growled Zoe. "You fight better than most boys in my class!"

"You were a human too?" cried Calvin in shock.

"Yeah, my name's Zoe. That's my mother Wanda, that's my father Darryl, that's my Stupid Stinkareeno Pudding Head brother Hammie, and that's my cute baby sister Wren. Hey everyone, why don't we stop fighting?" The others heard, and seeing peace made, made peace themselves.

"Oh. I-I'm Calvin." What was the matter? He was never shy around girls, but this one… "That's my tiger friend Hobbes, but he's a cat now." Suddenly, the golden cat stiffened. "I smell something! Around three or four cats…"

"Four," growled Hobbes. "Two females, two males."

"We're going to die!" wailed Hammie.

"No!" snapped Zoe. "We won't! With the help of our new friends"-Calvin looked embarrassed-"we can defeat them!"

"Yes," growled Hobbes. "For I have a plan. Gather around." He beckoned with his tail, and they strolled over to hear what he had to say.

Whitestar sniffed the air. "Strange cats. Keep your eyes open and your ears alert."

Junglebeat flexed her claws. "I can't wait! I'll bet it's those rogues again! We'll show them who's boss!" How dare they hurt her best friend! They'd pay!

Windpaw, Junglebeat's apprentice, was bouncing around. He hoped they'd meet the rogues-he wanted to beat them up! "Yay! Ya! We'll show them who's boss alright!" Noticing his mentor's hard stance, he tired to stiffen his body to look like her. Junglebeat had to smile-he was so cute sometimes.

Foxfire, the shrewd but gentle medicine cat apprentice, tilted his head. He had come on this patrol to find herbs for his mentor, who was busy tending to battle injuries. "I don't want to fight-it's not the way of a medicine cat," he purred softly. "Maybe it's just some lost kittypets."

Suddenly, Zoe and Hammie seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Stupid Stinkareeno Pudding Heads!" yowled Zoe. And the chase began! The two siblings ran here and there, finally passing under a large tree. In an instant, Hobbes and Calvin leapt down from it. Calvin went for Windpaw, while Hobbes slashed at Whitestar. Zoe and Hammie hastened to help, lunging at Junglebeat together. Darryl took up the rear, slashing at Foxfire. The Clan cats were outnumbered! But still, they fought back, and still dealt out some injuries to their opponents.

Junglebeat quickly realized that they were losing. She yowled out a command, and Windpaw ran off to alert the Clan of the danger. Unfortuantely, a quick blow from Wanda, hiding behind a tree, incapacitated him. Foxfire had learned fighting moves, but was still not prepared enough to face Darryl, much larger than he. Thinking quickly, he gave Darryl a bite on the tail and tried to unbalance him, but the tom shifted his weight, and pinned the apprentice to the ground. As he tried to get up, Calvin dashed in and bit him in his rear. The bright-red apprentice yowled in pain, but several more blows on the head quieted him.

Now only Junglebeat and Whitestar were left-and Junglebeat was failing. While Calvin went to assist Hobbes, the rest ganged up on the female warrior. A few swipes, and she had run off, while yowling over her shoulder for Whitestar. But when she actually turned, she got the shock of her life.

Hobbes stood over Whitestar, blood dripping from a gash in his shoulder, his legs scathed with numerous slash marks. Despite those wounds, he was still managing to pin the ThunderClan leader down, and Calvin, despite the blood flowing from his forehead and into his eyes, had a claw on her throat.

"Good-bye."

Whitestar gave a gasp, and took her "last" breath. Hobbes smirked, and then marveled at Junglebeat's seemingly calm air. "Your friend is gone, and you're so calm?"

"Ha," snarled Junglebeat simply.

Hobbes stared at her for several more minutes, before yowling at his companions, "Let's go! We-" He never finished the sentence. Suddenly, the "dead" Whitestar leapt agilely to her paws, and landed square on Hobbes' back. The striped tom was helpless.

"What the-you died!" cried Calvin. "I-I-I-I killed you!"

"Oh yeah?" she sneered. "You wanna bet? I have nine lives, and I may have lost one, but more remain!" She shifted her weight, preparing for the kill, as Hobbes' companions could only look on in horror.

Wow, that was long! Anyways, two things:

1) You can read the allegiences, as well as upcoming pairings, in my profile.
2) Can you solve the riddle of the prophecy? Hint: It involves another crossover! Whoever gets it right will get a Firestar plushie! -huggles Firestar-