A/N: I'm back! Sorry to leave you guys hanging for a month or so...

VERY VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

This is the LAST actual chapter of the book. There will be one more, sort of an epilogue/prologue/random chapter/I-don't-know-what-to-call-it installment of TWF before moving on to the third book of the series. Third book, unlike the first and second, will just be a continuation of this book. I have several reasons for this, but that would take to long to write down XP SO LOOK FOR THE THIRD BOOK! The link to it will both be in my profile and in the final installment of this book. The third book will be published once I get back from my vacation out west which is a week and a half starting in two days.

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Chapter Eighteen: The Meeting With StarClan

"Sorry about the way I acted," the ForestClan apprentice sat down calmly much to Wildsong's amazement.

When Ravenheart and she had first arrived in StarClan the apprentice wasn't there. They had searched a bit for StarClan cats but couldn't find any and had decided to begin hunting when out of the bush she came.

Ravenheart walked over, pressing his muzzle into her fur, "I'm glad you're okay."

Wildsong suddenly made the connection between the two. The ForestClan she-cat was Rabbitpaw, the apprentice of Ravenheart. There was… gossip at the gatherings that indicated the apprentice was rash and disobedient. One rumor even was that she had a different mentor for a moon! Wildsong rolled her eyes, why did StarClan have to pick such a dumb cat for a prophecy?

A leaf lazily floated down from the sky, grazing Wildsong's nose. Before the golden she-cat got a chance to glance up at the sky she found herself starring into her half-sister's bright green eyes.

"Poo! Dumb leaf gave me away!" Thundersong grinned, the sudden noise causing Ravenheart and Rabbitpaw to turn.

Wildsong hissed, backing away, "Do you even know what personal space is?"

"Oops! Sorry!" she turned to the ForestClan cats, "Follow me, I'll take you to the others. Sorry for the wait."

Wildsong hissed, smashing the leaf with her paw as she walked by. Ravenheart and Rabbitpaw fell into line behind her. Immediately the she-cat felt uncomfortable, hoping that her tail wasn't covered in flecks of dead leaves and dust…

Ravenheart stayed close to Rabbitpaw as they entered the clearing, still fearing that she would have yet another mental breakdown. Yet she seemed perfectly calm as they were circled by starry cats. As Aliana padded up to him and as another StarClan she-cat padded up to her. Suddenly his attention was diverted from Rabbitpaw as Aliana spoke.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?"

"Who?"

Aliana gently cuffed him around the ears, "Stop playing dumb. You're worried about Rabbitpaw. You're afraid she'll have another breakdown. I don't think she will if she's the cat I think she is."

"Why do you say that?" Ravenheart asked.

Aliana sighed, "Breezeheart had a talk with her while you all waited. She'll be better now."

"Thank you," he breathed.

"Don't mention it. Really. Thundersong's about to speak."

Ravenheart nodded and sat down comfortably beside his foster mother as Thundersong began.

"Eight moons ago we received a prophecy from an ancient cat whom… well, none of you except for maybe Ravenheart has ever heard about-"

Wildsong interrupted, "Hold on! Why might Ravenheart know this cat and not the rest of us?"

Thundersong growled, "Can't you see I'm trying to speak? "

"Sooo-rry. Can you just answer the question?"

"Stories. The cat was one of Blizzardstar's ancestors. Ravenheart was Blizzardstar's apprentice. Have you heard of Cloakedstar, Ravenheart?" she asked.

Ravenheart quickly thought back to the stories that Blizzardstar had told him about the creation of ForestClan.

His eyes lit up, "I think so! Wasn't that her ancestor who created CloudClan? Blizzardstar and Cloudwhisker were named after two of his sons… wasn't that how it went?"

"You have a good memory," Thundersong smiled, "Yes. He gave us a prophecy about you three."

"We already know that," Wildsong rolled her eyes, "Can't you tell us something we don't know yet?"

Thundersong hissed, "Will you stop talking and let me get to that part?!" she took a deep breath, "So, Cloakedstar gave us a prophecy about you three and it goes as following: "The two, innocent, cast away from their homes found each other as they were destined to. Now they must find the three bright hearts that are destined to save them. One kin. One rogue. One stranger. For old enemies find and come, vengeance set as an old scar into their hearts. One enemy for each of the three, only they can change the path that leads the forest to its death. Help a guided star they will seek, the first, and the guidance will set them forever more to be." Afterwards he appointed Aliana, Swiftrace, and I as your guardians."

Rabbitpaw took a step forward, "What does it mean?" she asked quietly.

"Well, the first part is certainly talking about Blizzardstar and Feathersky. Then it begins to say about you three. And the enemies it speaks of are pretty clear… I would think. But then there is the last part... and that you will have to figure out for yourself."

They sat in silence, comprehending it all. A certain question had been nagging at the back of Ravenheart's head for days now, like a persistent horsefly. Biting over and over and he could never seem to catch it.

"Just how big is the enemy we will be facing?"

He had always hated that weak, helpless feeling. But he hadn't any strength left and now it was the only thing he could hold onto. He hadn't felt it all that often. Barely ever. He had always had his strength. Now he could barely summon up the strength to move but an inch.

He knew he must open his eyes. He had to see what had happened. His muddled senses had told him that it was urgent. That he must regain his strength. Death had come into the camp. It was gone now, but it had come.

How many days have gone by since the battle happened?

He had to know. And so he opened his eyes. They almost fell back closed, the strain of opening them taking a huge toll on him. He knew he hadn't closed them, but he had to double check as the same kind of blackness greeted him. His chest tightened in horror. Bad things happened at night. Bad things happened to the weak. He almost attempted to leap to his paws when he suddenly realized where he was. Safe.

No, Akain, don't start thinking that way, you can never be totally safe. There is always someone who wants to kill you out there. Don't ever think you are totally safe. When you do that will be the day you die.

He calmed down but remained alert, waiting for his body to heal itself. He would get better, and when he did he would be stronger than ever.

Even StarClan didn't know.

Rabbitpaw had been astounded by that fact.

StarClan themselves didn't know how many enemies they had.

Maybe they would be wiped out.

Just the fact that the ancients had foreseen this and thought it was important enough to warn the following generations…

She was totally and utterly defeated even before the battle started.

And then, staring up at the moon, she remembered her mother's words to her and it gave her hope.

They would win.

They would have to win.

Because they would fight as one. Together.

A/N: Chapter Question: Do you think they will survive? (sorry, couldn't think of any XP)

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~Willow