Breezefeather
The pretty grey-blue she-cat stalked out of camp and headed to the Horseplace. Heavy dark grey clouds hung above the sky and signs of rain were all around. Breezefathers' mind drifted to Sunkit, the little tom who was almost made a hawk's' meal. She had just seen Sunkit before she left for the Horseplace. Her mind drifted from one thing to another never staying on the same subject. Finally before she knew it she was at the Horseplace waiting for the other destined cats. After what had seemed like forever a shape appeared through the thick fog.
"Who are you? Why have you come here?" Out from the fog a horrible stench filled Breezefeather's nose.
"A ShadowClan cat?! What are you doing here?" The tom looked at her like she was crazy.
"I was sent here by…some friends if you will."
"Who are these so called friends of yours?"
"None of your business WindClan cat." They were nose to nose with their fur fluffed up.
"Are you two done fighting yet?" It sounded like the voice of a she-cat. Both cats spun around only to see a she-cat who smelled of ThunderClan. Breezefeather was confused why those two cats were there.
"Hello you haven't answered my question yet. Anyway what are you two doing here?" Breezefeather suppressed an uneasy glance to the tom.
"Well I was told to come here by StarClan and apparently this hotshot over here was sent by someone else. And he won't tell me who."
"It's none of your business stupid!"
"Are you two done bricking like kits?" Both cats glared at her.
"Well then I think we all know why we're here. Right?"
"Um I don't kn-" Breezefeather was cut off by someone approaching. It was another cat only this time he didn't smell like a clan cat he smelled like a loner.
"Who are you loner?" The brown mottled tom asked.
"My name is Dewfur a former member of RiverClan. Now if you don't mind me asking what are your names?" All three clan cats shot each other an untrusting look. Then the ThunderClan she-cat spoke.
"I'm Maplewing of ThunderClan." Breezefeather was taken back. It was the same she-cat who became a warrior not too long ago. Next the ShadowClan tom spoke.
"I'm Marshclaw of ShadowClan." Another name that she knew from the last gathering.
"Well I'm Breezefeather from well WindClan." Silence came in between the four cats as they sat wondering.
"So now what?" They all looked at each other confused not knowing what to do.
Maplewing
She had awoken and immediately started heading for the Horseplace. Ferretwhisker fell in beside her as she tried to sneak out of the camp.
"Hey Maplewing where are you going?" The she-cat stiffened as her clan mate caught up to her.
Sighing she replied, "That's none of your concern Ferretwhisker. Don't worry I'm fine I'm just going hunting alone for a while to…clear my mind." The tom nodded in understanding and went back to camp. Maplewing swerved through the forest until she reached the WindClan boarder. Taking a deep breath she crossed the stream and next thing she knew she was on WindClan territory. Quickly she made her way through the territory trying not to get spotted. Somehow some way she had made it without being detected. As Maplewing came closer and closer to the Horseplace she heard cats arguing. Gathering all her courage she approached the two cats.
"Are you two done fighting yet?" Both cats whipped around to see Maplewing.
"Hello you haven't answered my question yet. Anyway what are you two doing here?" Maplewing saw the WindClan she-cat give a confused glance to the ShadowClan cat.
"Well I was told to come here by StarClan and apparently this hotshot over here was sent by someone else. And he won't tell me who."
"It's none of your business stupid!"
"Are you two done bricking like kits?" Both cats glared at Maplewing.
"Well then I think we all know why we're here. Right?"
"Um I don't kn-", the blue-grey she-cat was cut off by another cat stepping through the fog.
"Who are you loner?" It was then brown mottled tom who asked.
"My name is Dewfur a former member of RiverClan. Now if you don't mind me asking what are your names?" Feeling uncomfortable Maplewing said her name followed by the brown tom named, Marshclaw and the WindClan she-cat Breezefeather. When they were done a slience broke between them.
"So now what?" They all looked at each other confused not knowing what to do.
"I can tell you." It was an airy voice. When the four cats turned they saw cats with stars in their pelts. Those cats were from StarClan.
Marshclaw
Marshclaw was too stunned to speak. There standing right in front of them were six StarClan cats. Two who looked like kits. He remembered who the russet she-cat was. Then out from behind her was a chilling face.
"Russetclaw?! Is that you?" The small tom nodded his head then drew back his lips when he saw the ThunderClan cat. Marshclaw then saw the other StarClan cats give him a stern look.
"Why have you come?" They all stood in an awkward silence. Then Maplewing began to mumble something.
"What is it young Maplewing?" It was a ginger tom who spoke.
"The prophecy,'On a gentle breeze a maple shall blow through the marshes that are covered in dew. The four shall join to defeat the hidden darkness but, be warned you must be careful of who you trust.' The ginger tom nodded his head as the cats realized that they were the ones in the prophecy.
"So that means we're the destined cats?! The ones who will save the clans?"
"It looks that way", one of the kits squeaked. Marshclaw glimpsed at Dewfur and saw a look of sadness.
"So you only called us here to tell us that? What's the point? I mean my clan and ShadowClan are at war right now. Couldn't we have done this without knowing who was in the prophecy?"
"Perhaps so but, we thought it was better to let you know the others. Besides we can't have the lot of you go around and ask different cats questions like, 'Are you in the prophecy with me?' It could attract unwanted attention."
"I guess your right but, you couldn't tell us sooner?"
"Sorry about that. Anyway you should probably go back home before anyone knows your missing." With that the StarClan cats left. Marshclaw headed back to ShadowClan wondering what part of the prophecy he played in.
Dewfur
Dewfur stood there watching the StarClan cats in wonder. He then saw the two tiney bodies. They were Lilykit and Toadkit. The silvery tom glanced at Marshclaw and saw the expression on his face.
"Russetclaw?! Is that you?" Dewfur saw the young tom nod.
"What is it young Maplewing?" It was a ginger tom who spoke.
"The prophecy,'Four will save the clans. One will join the clans, another will gain a life, the third will become powerful and the fourth shall resist. But be warned a great evil will sweep through the land.'" The ginger tom nodded his head as the cats realized that they were the ones in the prophecy.
"So that means we're the destined cats?! The ones who will save the clans?"
"It looks that way", Lilykit squeaked. Dewfur suppressed a look of sadness when he heard the voice of his sister.
"So you only called us here to tell us that? What's the point? I mean my clan and ShadowClan are at war right now. Couldn't we have done this without knowing who was in the prophecy?"
"Perhaps so but, we thought it was better to let you know the others. Besides we can't have the lot of you go around and ask different cats questions like, 'Are you in the prophecy with me?' It could attract unwanted attention."
"I guess your right but, you couldn't tell us sooner?"
"Sorry about that. Anyway you should probably go back home before anyone knows your missing." With that the StarClan cats left and Dewfur headed back to the make shift loner camp.