Quick author's note: I just finally decided on the names of the kits for Crowfeather and Leafpool.

Hints are as such; a small leaf, a tear of water that blazes like fire, a crescent moon in a storm, and a spotted feather.

I changed the images seen by Crowfeather and Leafpool. Sorry if I confused any of you. R&R

PS: I'm having Ashfur mate with another cat that will appear. She's for the AshfurxSquirrelflight fans. But Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight will remain together for BrambleclawxSquirrelflight fans. As for NightcloudxCrowfeather fans, sorry, this isn't the story for you.

Mysterious Visitor

Crowfeather didn't know what to say.

First thing in the morning he was puzzled by his dream.

It had been a prophecy, he knew that much.

And it wasn't sent by StarClan, that much Crowfeather knew too.

But if it wasn't StarClan, who was it?

What was it?

His thoughts were off somewhere else, because the next thing he knew, his son Breezepaw tackled him hard.

"Crowfeather!" Breezepaw snarled angrily, scolding him. "What are you doing staring blankly at nothing? A mouse could attack you in this state!"

Crowfeather shoved Breezepaw off him and turned away, saying nothing.

But unfortunately, Breezepaw wasn't giving up that easily.

"What's with you today?" he questioned the warrior.

"Nothing," was Crowfeather's simple and stern answer.

It was said with enough force to shut up Breezepaw.

Crowfeather continued to pad out of the WindClan camp, his mind buzzing with unanswered questions.

He was hoping his paws would lead him to the place that would give him answers.

Or so he hoped.

Little did Crowfeather know that Leafpool also left camp with the same thought in mind.

Leafpool, though, had to leave earlier so she could get out of working with Jaypaw.

Sometimes that kit was so arrogated and reluctant to do anything!

Maybe a morning to herself would do both of them some good.

The two continued their way to the WindClan and ThunderClan border, completley unaware of what was to happen next.

"Crowfeather!" "Leafpool" were the cries they shouted at each other as they met eyes.

They bolted towards each other at full speed, both eager to see the other.

They brushed pelts, purring happily.

"I thought I'd never see you again!" Crowfeather mewed, not believing himself.

"Neither did I!" Leafpool purred happily, nuzzling Crowfeather's neck.

The two were so over come with happiness that they nearly forgot about why they wanted to meet with each other.

"I'm sorry of mating with Nightcloud!" Crowfeather exclaimed. Leafpool just tilted her head to the side a bit.

"I understand. You tried to move on. It was probably the best," she mewed.

"If it is the best, then why did I have a vision last night?" Crowfeather asked.

Leafpool's eyes widened in amazement. "Vision? What vision?"

"Well, about a pool of leaves and a crow's feather. Not to mention four signs, like a small leaf, a crescent moon in a storm, a drop of water that burns like fire, and a spotted feather."

"Really, those we're in my dream too!"

"You mean you had one too?"

"Yes, it was given to me about an imaginary Spottedleaf!"

"Mine was delivered by an imaginary Feathertail! Do you know what it means?"

"No, I was hoping you would."

"Me?! I'm not a medicine cat, you are!"

"Well, something was telling me that I needed to see you . . ."

"Same here. It's this weird feeling that I can't shake off. But now what?"

Leafpool shrugged helplessly. She didn't have a clue. Maybe, the dream was meant to foretell the future.

But before Leafpool could voice this idea, another voice interrupted.

"Oh, the two lovers that would rewrite history! What a splended time to meet you two!"

"Who's there?" Crowfeather demanded. "Show yourself!"

"My, my. Aren't we hasty? Very well, I shall show myself. But I must warn you, my appearance is not to be judge!"

Suddenly a red pelt flashed out of the bushes.

Then, in the clearing, stood a fox. It beamed and spoke out in a bright sing-song voice, "I am Saul, king of riddles and master of prophecies. I had gotten wind of a prophecy for the likes of you, and unable to resist, I can as quick as a speeding rabbit on high moon!"

"As quick as a speeding rabbit on high moon?" Crowfeather repeated uncertainly.

"Yes, they generally are faster on high moon because that's when we hunt them, but enough of that! We have work to do!" Saul exclaimed in his bright sing-song voice.

"But, you're a fox! How do you know about StarClan's prophecies?" Leafpool asked.

"Oh dear, still in the Dark Ages, now are we? Well, don't worry, all will be made clear momentarily!" Saul called as he padded away.

"Well, that was random," Crowfeather finally said after a moment's worth of silence.

"I agree. But, as I was saying before, now what?" Leafpool asked.

"I truely don't know, Leafpool. I truely don't know."