A dark, muscular tabby tom sat in his nest, watching as his deputy and mate sat in front of him. His tail was curled neatly around his paws.

"Bramblestar, you mustn't leave it clanless," the deputy spoke, breaking the silence. "It will starve!"

Bramblestar shook his head. "I know, I know. It's just..." He trailed off. "The other clans are right. We take in any loner or kittypet without hesitation. Thunderclan is mostly non-clan blood."

"But it doesn't matter! The warrior code says we must show mercy to kits!" Squirrelflight argued, determined not to let the kit starve or freeze- possibly even prey to hungry foxes or badgers. "Besides, we could just say... This is Cinderheart's other kit!"

Bramblestar flicked his tail. "That might work... We'll have to watch out about telling the other clans. We can't afford to look weak!"

One Moon Later

"Come on Flamekit! Sandstorm finally agreed to tell us a story!" Fernkit called. She was standing in front of the Elder's den, her tail waving happily.

The tiny kit that had been discovered, and made a miraculous recovery. Cinderheart had named her Flamekit, after the color of her pelt. Bramblestar hadn't mentioned her at the gathering, but that didn't bother anyone. They were glad that word hadn't slipped. What would the coans think if they had taken in another loner? Though Flamekit didn't remember her siblings or mother, she only remembers being seriously ill. She had once eavesdropped on Jayfeather's conversation with Bramblestar, and she heard him muttering something about "the shock messing with her memories" but the words had quickly left her mind. She believed she was Cinderheart's daughter, and that was all that mattered.

"You guys go on without me! It always smells like herbs in there!" Flamekit yowled back, beginning to make her way into the Warrior's den. Fernkit had disappeared into the Elder's den, muttering something.

Flamekit carefully placed a paw into the Warrior's den. The scent of other cats was stale, but still strong. "Wow..." She gasped. "The nests are huge!"

"You shouldn't be in here, you know." Flamekit whipped around, relieved to find only Riverpaw, Squirrelflight's son. "You aren't a warrior yet." Though his voice was serious, it was still sprinkled with amusement.

"I'll be in here soon though!" She puffed out her chest, but she was tiny compared to the apprentice. "I'm almost six moons old!"

Riverpaw chuckled, lightly cuffing her around the ears. "Well, then you'll be an apprentice. Not a warrior."

Flamekit rolled her eyes. "Apprentice, Warrior. Same thing!" She laughed, and began to scramble out of the den. "Well, I got to go! I don't want to get caught! I don't want to clean the elders for ticks again!" Once she was outside, she saw Cinderheart emerge from the Medicine Cat's nose She flicked her ears up happily.

"Mom! Why were you in there? Are you sick?" Flamekit bounded over to Cinderheart, looking her over in check for injuries or fever.

Cinderheart purred, and bent down to lick Flamekit on the head. "No dear. Jayfeather just... Wanted to say something." Even though she was calm, it didn't cover the nervousness laced in her meow.

Flamekit narrowed her eyes, but bought it anyway. "Well, if you're OK, then come with me to see Sandstorm and Graystripe! Hopefully they'll still have stories left!"

What really happened in the den

Cinderheart nosed pass the lichen, her eyes blinking in curiosity. "Jayfeather? Briarlight said you wanted to see me."

Jayfeather looked up from where he was sorting herbs. "Ah. Yes. Sit down." He glanced to a nest, almost as if he could actually see it. He shook the poppy seeds off of his paws, and padded over to where Cinderheart is now sitting.

"What's the matter? I haven't seen anyone sick lately, and my kits are fine." She stared at Jayfeather, her blue eyes clouded with confusion.

"Hold on!" He snapped. "I haven't said anything yet." He sighed, his fur lying flat again. "Yes. Your kits are fine. But it's one I am concerned about- Flamekit. I've seen Bluestar, and she spoke to me about Flamekit the last Half-moon."

Cinderheart narrowed her eyes. She was glad that Jayfeather was telling her early, as the last Half-moon was a few nights ago. But what could Bluestar possibly have said?

As soon as Jayfeather touched his nose to the icy water, the world swirled around him. He was falling, and he could see stars at the edge of his vision. He closed his eyes tightly until he could feel solid ground under his paws. He let out a sigh, looking around. A starry, shimmering pelt appeared before him.

"Bluestar?" He called out, bounding towards the young Starclan cat. "You don't usually visit me. Where's Yellowfang?" He swung his head around, looking for the flat faced medicine cat.

Bluestar shook her head. "That is because of the reason I am here." She looked up, staring into Jayfeather's brilliant blue eyes. "I am here to deliver a warning."

Jayfeather took a paw-step forward. "A warning? I thought that when Firestar died, the clans were at peace!"

Bluestar shook her head once again. "We cannot see into the future. We only receive bits and pieces. We did not for see this coming."

Jayfeather blinked on confusion. "Well, what is it?" He pressed, growing impatient.

"A young, flaming Warrior will decide the fate of the clans. A storm is brewing, lead by one cat. The flaming Warrior will either be the clan's guiding fire, or plunge the clans into darkness." Bluestar meowed, her eyes making it seem as she was calling upon ancient memories.

Jayfeather snorted. "What's with it with Starclan and fire cats? Besides, that doesn't sound much like a prophecy."

Bluestar flicked her ear, obviously not too amused at his comment. "I never said it was a prophecy," she meowed, her voice hinted with an edge. "I came with a warning."

Jayfeather opened his jaws to speak, when suddenly the ground disappeared below him. As he fell, he managed to get one last glance at Bluestar, but all he saw was a sense of foreboding.

Once he had finished, he could tell Cinderheart was kneading her paws in worry.

"Its obviously about Flamekit!" She silently wailed, but it seemed as if she was talking to herself. "Oh Jayfeather, what are we going to do?" She looked up at the blind cat, her eyes brimmed with worry.

Jayfeather shook his head, and turned around. "Nothing for now. I shall speak with Bramblestar later, but you must be going. I still have to sort my herbs." He meowed sharply as he padded away, continuing to count Poppy Seeds.

Cinderheart wanted to say something, to protest, but it was obvious Jayfeather was done, and wouldn't talk anymore. With a defeated sigh, she turned around.

"Well, thanks any way." She began to leave the den, but she froze. "What should I say to Flamekit?" She asked, craning her neck over her shoulder.

"Nothing. Let her believe she is a normal Warrior." He replied, not looking up from his herbs.

Cinderheart said nothing more, and she left the den.

'Oh Flamekit, please be safe!'

(How was it? Did I end it alright? Oh, and thanks for those kind reviews! They make me feel so warm :D)