NIGHT OF THE RAVEN IS HERE!!! YAAAAAAAAAY!

Also, if you're tired of waiting for my other fanfics, you're gonna be waiting for a while. I S0 want to finish the series before spring 2009!

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SPARKFUR POV: THE FORMER BORDER BETWEEN THUNDERCLAN AND SHADOWCLAN

"Wow," she gasped, shaking snowflakes from her fur. It was a lost cause, however; more settled on the fiery tabby pelt. "We finally made it."

Flintclaw smiled and licked his comrade's ear. Moonheart hissed under his breath, and meowed, "Yeah. We made it."

Fawnstream's six kits bounced up and down. Mothflower stepped forward, looking at the other ten travelers. "Well, if you are here…I think it's time for us to go."

The smile vanished from Flintclaw's face. "But…why?"

"Fawnstream said it's too cold for her kits, and besides, they'll be apprentices soon, so we think we should take them back." Mothflower looked wistful. "Goodbye, Flintclaw. Goodbye, Sparkfur." The other eight said their goodbyes and disappeared.

"Goodbye, Russetkit, Quailkit, Cherrykit, Beechkit, Larkkit, and Ivykit! Good luck on your apprenticeship!" Sparkfur yowled after them cheerfully. She strained hard and heard six little voices shouting goodbye.

"Come on, Flintclaw! We've got to find this friend." She looked down at the sparse trees, and all the Twoleg nests. "Uh…Flintclaw. Have you had any dreams lately?"

"No." He followed her gaze. "This could be harder than expected." Sparkfur sighed, proceeding to shake more snow off of her, and blinked.

"Well, we better get started." Uh, Firestar, why am I dreaming about you and why are you dreaming about me, and why are we dreaming about each other at the same time? "Wait—did you say something?"

The tabby stared at her as they walked into Twolegplace. "No, I didn't say anything. I hear those two kits over there, though." He nodded toward a fence. Sparkfur perked her ears and listened. She heard their play-yowls.

I'm not dreaming of you. I'm dead. This sounded almost exactly like her great-great-grandfather. It's okay, Ravenpaw. I've come to tell you something more important. When the fire dies, flint and spark alone can harness the power to bring it back to life. Now, two cats will be coming. I don't know when, but they will come. And when they do, be ready. I will see you soon, my friend.

"Ravenpaw!" Sparkfur gasped.

"Who?" Flintclaw asked skeptically.

"Ravenpaw. That's who we have to find. Ravenpaw!" she said impatiently. There was a banging of the fence and a black-and-white cat jumped up onto the top.

"I don't know any Ravenpaw, but I know Oreo and Sniffles, the new cats two houses down," said the tom cheerfully. "Who're you? I'm Smudge."

"I'm Sparkfur, and this is Flintclaw," she meowed. "We're warriors."

The tom's eyes grew wide. "Really?! How is Firestar? What about his kits? How are they?" Sparkfur felt a pang of sadness.

"He died only a moon and a half ago," Flintclaw put in, noticing her eyes. They were clouded with pain. "Squirrelflight and Leafpool are fine. Sparkfur is Firestar's great-great-granddaughter. I think. Aren't you?"

"Yes," she meowed, recovering herself. Smudge bowed his head. "We're sorry, Smudge, to give you such news, but can you direct us to Oreo and…uh…Sniffles?"

He nodded, brightening, and pointed left with his tail. "That-a-way. There's a littler black one, and a big black-and-white tom."

"Got it. Thanks, Smudge!" Sparkfur called, trotting away. He mewed a "You're welcome" after them, but they were too far away.

"'Sniffles?' Why did I get landed with the mousebrained name?" a voice complained.

"Hey! At least you didn't get named after a cookie! Whatever that is!" snapped another.

"Wow," she muttered, hopping onto the fence. Two cats were moping about the garden, sniffing halfheartedly at catnip and flopping down in strange intervals.

"Hey! Ravenpaw!" Flintclaw yelled. Sparkfur almost pushed him off the fence, she was so furious.

The little black one looked up, confused. "Hey, I don't know who you are, but it's Or—oh, great StarClan." The robust tom next to him looked at him strangely. "It's the two, Barley. You know, Firestar's two!"

"Oooh."

"Get down here!" Ravenpaw meowed to them. They jumped down into the garden. "Who are you? Why are you here? How long have you been traveling?"

"I'm Sparkfur, he's Flintclaw, we came here because we have to save the Clans, and we've traveled for one moon."

Ravenpaw looked stunned. "A whole moon? I don't know if Barley here would be fit enough to travel; he's so tubby."

Barley scoffed in mock anger. "Tubby? You're a twig, then!"

"Can we get to the fun part?" a new cat drawled. "I'm tired of waiting."

"Huh?" Sparkfur asked, confused.

A huge silver tom jumped them, smashing Sparkfur's face to the earth. She heard spitting and yowling, and everything went black.

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DANG IT. I really need to get to the good part, where they travel back, Sparkfur's pregnant, and Daddy's maddy…