A/N: So many reviews! This makes me smile! Thanks everyone! Please enjoy chapter 4!

Chapter Four

The sun blazed into the small, grassy clearing. Dew sparkled from the blades of grass and the moisture clung to Cactuspaw's black and ginger meshed fur. She knew exactly where she was, for she had been in this exact same clearing before. Winds shook the tall trees and leaves delicately fell from their branches and landed gracefully on the ground. Her emerald eyes sparkled against the bright suns rays. A few fox-lengths away, she saw the dark grey tabby pelt of Boulder.

"Boulder! I thought you'd never visit me again!" she called as she bounded up to the legendary tom-cat.

Boulder turned to reveal dull, green eyes. "Hello, Cactuspaw." he rasped.

Cactuspaw stared at the tom. Something was different about him, his pelt was transparent, but still visible. She could see the faint outlines of trees through the tom's body. His eyes were very dull and the stars in his pelt were vanishing. "Boulder? What's happened?" she asked with a shaky voice.

He looked deep into her eyes with such intensity, it made her fur quiver. "The times of the four founders are vanishing. The times of the Clans are turning to ash. If something is not done, Twig, Mist, and I will all vanish in an old memory. We'll be forgotten." he croaked with a slow flick of his tail.

Cactuspaw's fur began to shake. "What? That can't happen! You'll be remembered as the ones who named the Clans. Every time a Clan's name is mentioned, it's a reminder of you three!" she gasped.

"Four! There was four of us!" he snapped.

Cactuspaw suddenly felt small as she stood next to the bristling tom. He was really intimidating up close. "You're right. The four of you." she whispered quietly.

Boulder turned the other way to face a small, running stream. "You must protect the Clan's original ways, Cactuspaw. Without Flame, she-cats would still be at the bottom. Time is turning back and you're the only descendant of Flame that's left. You're the only one that can save the Clan's original ways." he whimpered into the stream.

"Descendant of Flame? Thats not possible, I'm not a Clan cat." she meowed plainly at the older tom.

Boulder snapped his gaze back to hers. "Oh, but you are. Secrets are kept in the darkest of caves, young one. The same fire of your father burns in you." he rasped.

Cactuspaw cocked her head to the side. "I'm a Clan cat?" she asked.

The tom nodded his head slowly. "You are not the cat you think you are. Turn your muzzle when one denies who you are. You are who you are, and the opinion of any other cat shouldn't matter." he growled and he brushed his pelt against hers.

Cactuspaw looked down at the grass that curled around her paws. She looked back up to see that she was no alone. Her heart beat against her chest as the image of a beautiful bright ginger she-cat appeared in her mind. The she-cats amber eyes burned with a fire that couldn't be extinguished. "You cannot deny who you are. You are a Clan cat, the one that will save the memories of Flame, Mist, Twig, and Boulder." a voice whispered in her ear.

She whipped around to see a bright white she-cat with glowing white fur. Her eyes were aqua blue and friendly. A black dash splashed on her chest in the close resemblance of a star. "Wh-who are you?" Cactuspaw asked cautiously.

"Hush, little one, all will be revealed in due time. Now, rest young one." she whispered as she gently rested her muzzle on Cactuspaw's forehead.

Almost immediately, she was sent into sleep. Her mind sub-consciously whirled with questions. The image of the pure white she-cat burned into her mind. Who was this cat? Why did she visit her? Too many questions!

A/N: This is getting super good! Everyone should review and get me to 30 or higher reviews before I post the next chapter! All these questions might be answered and Cactuspaw's journey is just beginning. Who wants to find out more? Only one way to find out! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Thanks! :)

-Nightwish