Warriors~A Prophecy Renewed }{ PG13; action; adven

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Title: Warriors~A Prophecy Renewed

Chapters:
unknown

Author: Winterleaf(Anna K)

Pairing:
All Cannon Pairings

Rating: PG13 (for upcoming gore and violence, and anything else that may come up)

Spoilers:
Lots of spoilers for all of the books. If you haven't read any of the first or second series, I warn you of spoilers

Summary:
This is a futuristic fic about the clans. The clans have moved yet again, for a terrible fire swept through the territories, killing Firestar in the act. For such a tragedy, Bramblestar renamed Thunderclan Fireclan. Once Thunderclan was renamed, the other clans followed suite. Riverclan was renamed Waterclan, Windclan to Earthclan, and Shadowclan to Darkclan. An evil cat has taken over Darkclan, naming himself Deathstar and reigning terror over all. Four tiny kits hold a giant prophecy on their shoulders, in hopes of one day overthrowing the evil leader.

Four will be divided
three will become great, but only one will rule the waters
blood will be shed on their behalf



Warning:


Disclaimer:
I do not own ANY of the Warriors books, characters, plots, etc. I DO, however, own most of the characters in this book, for I made them up!

Beta:
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Cover:
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Author's Notes: This is my first time ever writing a fanfic, and this story has been running through my head ever since I started reading the warriors Series, so I decided to put it into ink, so to speak!

Allegiances

Fireclan

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Leader
Fenastar- pretty pale ginger she-cat with emerald eyes.
APPRENTICE: Winterpaw

Deputy
Icepelt-white she-cat with ice blue eyes

Medicine Cat
Roseflower- pretty, ginger she-cat with different colored eyes. One is green and one is blue
APPRENTICE: Moonpaw

Warriors
Specklecloud- gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with blue eyes,
APPRENTICE: Riverpaw

Longtail- brown tabby tom with unnaturally long tail
APPRENTICE: Hawkpaw

Crowpool- black she-cat with blue eyes. One white paw & white nose
APPRENTICE: Eaglepaw

Sunpelt- golden tabby she-cat with forest green eyes

Ratface: dark brown tom with yellow eyes

Jaggedclaw- black tom with a nick out of his front claw
APPRENTICE: Winterpaw

Nightpelt- black tom with blue eyes and one white paw.
APPRENTICE: Bramblepaw

Threefoot- Dark gray tom born with three legs.

Ashtail- white tom with bushy silver tail and blue eyes.
APPRENTICE: Hawthornpaw

Apprentices
Moonpaw (feather)- white she-cat with silver marking that suggests a crescent moon. Bushy tail and blue eyes.

Riverpaw (heart)- she-cat with bluish fur and blue eyes.

Winterpaw (leaf)-silver she-cat with white leaf marking on her face. Blue eyes. Short fur and bushy tail.

Hawkpaw (ear)- beautiful calico she-cat with blue eyes

Bramblepaw (tail)- brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.

Hawthornpaw (claw)- ginger and white blotched she cat with amber eyes

Eaglepaw (claw)- brown tabby tom with white covering his head. Yellow eyes.

Queens
Cinderfur- gray she-cat with dark green eyes.
Kits: Thornkit

Specklefur- White (with black flecks) she-cat with a blind eye.
Kits: Sorrelkit, Tawnykit, and Hollykit.

Snowfrost- white she-cat with yellow eyes.
Kit’s: Flamekit, Silverkit, and Gingerkit’s (adopted)

Russetail- dark ginger she-cat with long fur & yellow eyes.
Kits: Featherkit

Kits
Silverkit (stripe)- silver she-cat with light green eyes.

Gingerkit (fur)- dark ginger she-cat with light green eyes

Hollykit (tail)- black she-cat with yellow eyes. White chest and tail.

Flamekit (pelt)- light ginger tom with light green eyes.

Sorrelkit (foot)- tortoiseshell tom with yellow eyes.

Featherkit (storm)- pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with pale blue eyes.

Thornkit (whisker)- dark gray tom with dark brown eyes.


Elders
Oneye- silver tabby she-cat with one yellow eye as a result of a Badger encounter.

Waterclan

Leader
Riverstar- bluish/gray tom with pale green eyes.

Deputy
Dawnpelt- pale ginger she-cat with pale green eyes

Medicine Cat
Minnowtail- Brown she-cat with blue eyes
APPRENTICE: Featherpaw

Warriors
Cloudfur- pale gray she-cat with sky blue eyes.

Mothshadow- dark gray tom with amber eyes, White tipped tail.

Grassmoon- white tom with green eyes. Black tipped ears.

Frozenpelt- white she-cat with blue eyes.

Forestgaze- dark brown she-cat with forest green eyes.

Cedarheart- black tom with amber eyes.

Pinkstripe- once gray tom who was captured by towlegs and has a pink spray-paint line down his back.
APPRENTICE: Mosspaw

Mothfrost- pretty silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes.

Tawnyfoot- tortoiseshell she-cat with pale yellow eyes. White paws and chest.
APPRENTICE: Graypaw


Apprentices
Featherpaw(stream)-Calico she-cat with blue eyes

Mosspaw (cloud)- dusky brown she-cat with dark green eyes.

Graypaw (fur)- pale gray tom with amber eyes.

Queens
Goldenleaf- pale golden tabby she-cat with emerald eyes.
Kits: Lilykit, Silentkit.

Frostcloud- pretty white she-cat with blue eyes.

Frostail- gray she-cat with white nose, tail, and chest.
Kits: Goldkit (adoptive), Shadekit

Kits
Lilykit (heart)- silver she-cat with dark blue eyes and striking black stripes and spots.

Silentkit (heart)- small, quiet white she-cat with emerald eyes.

Shadekit (pelt)- dusky gray tom she-cat with emerald eyes.

Goldkit (heart)- golden tabby she-cat with light green eyes

Elders
Tornear- dark gray tom with a nick in left ear. Matted, shaggy fur.

Earthclan

Leader
Mistystar- pale gray tabby she-cat with pale green eyes

Deputy
Frostfoot- ginger she-cat with white paws
APPRENTICE: Ravenpaw

Medicine Cat
Seventoes- ginger tom with seven toes

Warriors
Tallflower- gray tabby she-cat with green eye. White tail and chest.
APPRENTICE: Squirrelpaw

Apprentices
Squirrelpaw- pale calico she-cat with amber eyes

Ravenpaw- Lanky, sleek black tom with yellow eyes.

Darkclan

Leader
Deathstar- coal black tom with red eyes

Deputy
Blackfur- black she-cat with pale yellow eyes.

Medicine Cat
Forestheart- pale brown she-cat with dusky gray eyes.

Warriors
Stonepelt- gray and white-blotched tom with light green eyes.
APPRENTICE: Darkpaw

Yellowflame- pale, golden she-cat with kind, blue eyes

Apprentices
Darkpaw (pelt)- black tom with yellow eyes

Queens
Willowheart- pale, frosty gray she-cat with blind eyes.
Kits: Darkpaw, Bloodkit

Kits
Bloodkit- Black tom with red eyes.

Tribe of Thundering Mountain

Healer
Stone Where Leaf Falls{Leafstone}- Calico she-cat with different colored eyes, one blue and one green

Prey Hunters
Forest of Soft Whispers{Whisper}

Bird that Flies High{Bird} stony gray she-cat with frosty eyes.

Feather of Black Dove{Feather}- black she-cat with ember colored eyes. white chest.

Cave-Guards
Nest of Brittle Leaves(Brittlenest)- Stocky straw colored tom with muscular shoulders and wide-set forehead.

To-be's
Cloud in Blue Sky(Cloud)- white tom with green eyes. to-be.


Cats Outside the Clans

Frost- pale silver she-cat with pale gray eyes.

Flame- small, ginger tom-kit with red eyes

Mist- gray tabby she-cat with green eyes. Used to be an Earthclan apprentice named Mistpaw

Prolouge

A black figure darted across the Thunderpath. The figure stopped, panting, on the other side from whence she came. Her whiskers trembled as the frightened cat laid a paw in enemy territory, with four kits in her jaws. One kit mewed loudly for food. It’s mewl tore through the night. The black cat set the hungry kits down and licked their matted fur with care. She caressed them with a motherly nature, assuring them comfort that she could not give. A rustle made a nearby bushes leaves quiver. The black cat scented the air, and a growl rumbled deep within her chest. A white she-cat stepped out of the bushes, confident and angry. The moon lit up the cat’s blazing blue eyes. The black cat let out a ferocious hiss and huddled over the kits protectively, swiping her claws at the strong looking cat.
“What are you doing in Fireclan territory? You are an intruder,” the white cat growled. She crouched, and swung her haunches. The rank of Darkclan clung to the black cat’s fur. The Fireclan cat hissed and almost leaped. She stopped herself at mid-leap when her eyes strayed to the kits. Her ice blue eyes softened slightly, “What brings you here?” She said more calmly, though she kept one eye on the intruder.

The black cat hesitated, and then mewed, “The Darkclan leader, Deathstar, saw that they were weak and vowed to kill them! I couldn’t let him do that! He won't stand weakness in his clan.” She sputtered. She was weak and her voice was filled with despair. Her fur hung limply off of her thin frame, revealing a small rib cage. Her yellow eyes pleaded to the Fireclan cat. Sudden recognition flickered in the white cat’s eyes.

“You are Blackfur, Deputy of Darkclan, aren’t you?” She said. Blackfur nodded. Her eyes shone in defeat.

“And you are Icepelt, Deputy of Fireclan. Our clan elders speak of you highly.” She dipped her ebony head slightly, then continued, “But now I am pleading with you, and surrendering what dignity I have left. So please, take these kits into your clan so they will be safe!” Her yellow eyes were filled with desperation. Slowly, Icepelt nodded.

“I will take in these kits to Fireclan, but on one condition.”

"Name it!" Blackfur spat.

"If you ever come in contact with any of them, in battle or not, you must NEVER let them know you are their mother." Icepelt emphasized the “never”. Blackfur let out a small hiss. Then her eyes lit up, as if remembering something.

“Their heritage is not as divided as you may think!” Blackfur said happily. She let her neck fur lie flat and bent down to pick up the kits. There were only three.

“Sandkit! She is gone!” Blackfur wailed. Blackfur searched frantically, but a small yowl of despair escaped from her as she realized her search was fruitless. Icepelt blinked in sympathy, but had to get back to her clan. There was no time to search the entire forest for a kit. She would, but she had to get back before she was missed. With sorrow, Icepelt picked up the three kits, and disappeared into the forest.

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Sandkit stumbled in the dark. Hunger clawed at her tiny belly as she made her way blindly through the unfamiliar forest. She stumbled and tripped, then slammed into another cat.
“Oh!” The cat cried in alarm. This cat smelled unusual, and it scared the tiny kit. She tried to run, but the strange cat stepped in front of her to give her a quick sniff. “You poor thing.” The cat said in sympathy. “Where is your mother?” The cat looked around wildly, trying to find a strange cat about, any that might look remotely close to being the lost kit’s mother. “Oh, you look starved! I will take you into Waterclan.” The she-cat decided, saying the words only to herself, not expecting the kit to understand. She gave Sandkit another quick sniff, “You smell of Darkclan!” she wrinkled her nose. Sandkit stumbled over her large paws, mewling and crying. “Oh, but you are so beautiful. I should take you to Riverstar and see what he wants to do.” The she-cat sat there awhile, pondering a suitable name. “I will call you Goldkit for your golden fur.” With that, the silver she-cat took Goldkit up in her jaws and swam her across the river, to Waterclan.


Chapter One

Snowfrost heard Fenastar's caterwaul for a clan meeting. She stretched and slowly walked out of the Warriors den, her snowy white pelt glistening in the cool morning light. She scanned the clearing with deep blue eyes, wondering what the fuss was all about. She took a few steps closer, and saw there was a small area where no cat but one stood. It was Fireclan's Deputy, Icepelt, with three tiny kits in her jaws. Snowfrost pushed her way through to the front of the throng of cats, watching in wonder and confusion. Icepelt carefully set down the tiny bundles of fur. "I bring in these kits from Darkclan. Darkclan's leader, Deathstar, has vowed to kill them! We cannot let them suffer!” Her voice rang through the clearing, bringing either ill or good news, depending on a cat’s point of view.

“Why not?” somecat called. The voice belonged to Ratface, a newly appointed warrior. “Darkclan never gave us mercy when they killed my brother, Windheart, so why should we take in these scraps of fur?” Fenastar gave Ratface a stern look.

“Should we give Darkclan the pain they gave us? Do you not remember the pain you felt when Deathstar killed your brother? Do not be cold hearted to the cold hearted. It only makes us fools of fools.” Ratface looked taken aback, but shook his head and angrily slumped away to the back of the group, muttering curses under his breath. Fenastar leaped down from the Tallstone from which she was perched to give the kits a quick sniff. Then she turned to the clan. “These kits are starved. Now, they may be from another clan, but they need a home. Someone in Fireclan must take them in as their own.” Murmurs of agreement rose reluctantly from the crowd of cats. Snowfur stepped forward, unsure. Snowfrost's sister, Icepelt, looked at her in suspicion. Then Snowfrost saw those kits faces. They were the most beautiful kits she had ever seen. She had made up her mind.

"I will." she said. She stepped before Fenastar. "I will take these kits in." Fenastar nodded in respect. Icepelt looked at Snowfrost.
"Fine sister, if you must. But I do not think that you will be training Hawthornpaw any more. Queens may not have apprentices, you know."
Fenastar stared at Snowfrost, nodding. “That’s correct. Hawthornpaw will need a new mentor. Are you sure?”

"Positive." Snowfrost said, "They need me more than Hawthornpaw does." Snowfrost searched the crush of cats for her eager apprentice, Hawthornpaw. She spotted her, and motioned towards the kits. Hawthornpaw’s reluctant nod was all Snowfrost needed. She picked up the kits and headed towards her new sleeping place. The nursery.
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Snowfrost slowly picked up her kits and padded into the clearing. Fenastar was waiting for her. She set down her tiny kits with care. “I have decided on the names. I think they should be decided as soon as possible.” She said, her eyes twinkling with pride. Fenastar nodded, flicking her tail in agreement. Snowfrost bent down and nuzzled a small, ginger colored she-kit. The she-kit slowly opened her emerald eyes, mewling softly. “This one will be called Gingerkit.” She said, searching Fenastar’s expression. Fenastar nodded approvingly. The kit next to Gingerkit squealed with tiredness. Her soft, emerald eyes pleaded for sleep. Her small, silver pelt rippled and she yawned, revealing small, pointed teeth. “This one, Silverkit.” Snowfrost said, rasping her tongue over Silverkit's tiny face. The last kit, a fiery orange tom, pounced on Gingerkit, his pale green eyes filled to the brim with mischief. Gingerkit fought back valiantly, but with her small size, she was pinned down in an instant. She quickly whirled onto her stomach, throwing the tom off. Snowfur chuckled. “And that one I shall name Flamekit.” Fenastar nodded approvingly and prayed to Starclan to accept the kits. A movement caught Snowfrost’s eye. A small, white figure emerged from the warrior’s den. “Good morning, Icepelt.” Fenastar dipped her pale ginger head to the Fireclan deputy. Icepelt nodded back. She sat down next to her sister, and Snowfrost and chuckled as Flamekit pounced on Silverkit. Silverkit squealed, and darted towards Snowfrost. She buried herself into Snowfrost’s long fur. Snowfrost nuzzled her and gave Icepelt a long look. "Do you think this is what Starclan wants?" She whispered, looking down at her bundles of joy.
"Only the stars will tell." Icepelt said. Her blue eyes shone with something. Snowfur couldn't decide if it was fear, or restlessness.
"Is something wrong, Icepelt?" Fenastar said, seeming to notice it too. Icepelt sighed.
"I can't keep a secret from either of you!" She complained, sighing. She flicked her tail for the cats to follow. She led them into the Leader's den, searching Fenastar for permission. Fenastar's golden head moved up and down curtly.
"I am sorry for keeping this to myself for so long." She started, heaving a sigh of discomfort. Snowfrost pricked her ears forward, drinking in every word. Icepelt's tail twitched nervously. "A few moons ago, I had a dream. I was in the Old Forest. You know, the one that the twolegs tore up with their monsters. Anyway, I was running through the forest, and I came to a clearing. A tunnel of bracken opened up before me, and I went through. I knew this to be the old Thunderclan camp. A rock jutted up in the middle, and lying on top of it, was the leader who renamed Thunderclan to Fireclan, Bramblestar. He, as you both know, was Firestar's predecessor." Icepelt paused to lick her chest fur, obviously uncomfortable with sharing her news, then continued, "He said to me, 'Icepelt, I have a message from Starclan. Four will be divided, three will become great, but one will rule the waters, Blood will be shed on their behalf'. I wanted to ask him what it meant, but he disappeared, leaving me alone in the camp. I turned and saw amber eyes scorching my fur. It was Tigerstar. You know, that powerful, ambitious cat of the Old Times? He lunged and a yowl filled the clearing." Icepelt's eyes were full of fear at recounting the memory. "Then I woke up to find Longtail prodding my side to wake up." Icepelt dipped her head. "There were four kits that Blackfur brought to me." She said, shuffling her paws. "But the fourth kit, a golden kit called Sandkit, wandered off, and we never found her again." Icepelt's eyes were fixed on her paws. Fenastar's expression changed from mild amusement to a look of a scared hostility.
"Why didn't you go after it?" Fenastar said smoothly, though her hackles were raised. Icepelt didn't waver under her leader's steady gaze.
"I didn’t have time to look for her. She was already weak and..."
"Already weak?" Fenastar seethed. She put her mouth to Icepelt's ear. "You are starting to sound like Deathstar!" She spat.
Icepelt shrank back.
"I am sorry." She said, dipping her head.
Fenastar nodded. “I should have expected better of you, Icepelt. Fear of the weak does not become you." Fenastar's voice died down a little. She looked at Snowfrost. "You may return to the nursery while I speak with Icepelt." she said abruptly. Snowfrost didn't need a second warning. She hurried the kits into the nursery, tilting her ears towards the two cats. She sighed. Her sister used poor judgment, but what bothered Snowfrost the most was Fenastar's sudden change of mood. Fenastar was a levelheaded cat. Never did she resort to hissing or yelling in a confrontation. Snowfrost's troubled mind was not rested as she fell asleep, her kits curled up close beside her.


Chapter Two

Gingerkit’s white teeth glinted as she yawned, stretching her foreleg. She straightened up, her green eyes scanning the dark tinted nursery. Her brother and sister, Flamekit and Silverkit, were still dozing. Maybe I’ll have time to take a small walk. Gingerkit thought. She made sure everyone was asleep, not wanting to disturb anyone. She tiptoed out of the nursery, the hazy sun seeping its light over the horizon. Gingerkit breathed a breath of fresh air. She trotted across the camp, to the Apprentices den. Her whiskers twitched as she peered her little ginger head through the bramble thicket surrounding the seven apprentices. Winterpaw, Riverpaw, Hawkpaw and Bramblepaw were all asleep, there bodies rising and falling to the rhythm of their steady breathing. Hawthornpaw and Eaglepaw were wide-awake, sharing tongues.
“Oh, hello there Gingerkit!” Hawthornpaw whispered. She padded over to where the young kit was watching and bent down to her eye level. “What brings you here this morning?” Eaglepaw gruffly muffled a hello, looking annoyed that his and Hawthornpaw’s conversation had been interrupted. Hawthornpaw looked apologetically at Gingerkit, bringing her voice down even lower. “He’s a little grumpy today.” Gingerkit nodded, her little paws spread out underneath her.
“I wanted to see what a real apprentice did in the mornings! And maybe even talk to them!” Gingerkit squeaked. “But you all are asleep and cranky, so maybe I should come back later?” her round eyes looked in wonder at the strong Fireclan Apprentice before her.
Hawthornpaw twitched her whickers in amusement. “Well, I’m not asleep. What do you want to talk about?”
Gingerkit immediately rattled off a long list. “What do you do for fun? Do you HAVE fun? Who’s your mentor? Do you hunt good? Does mouse taste yummy? Does….”
Hawthornpaw stopped her. “Whoa there! One at a time, Gingerkit!”
Gingerkit shuffled, her ears flat in embarrassment. “Sorry.” She squeaked.
Hawthornpaw purred. “It’s alright. Let’s start with the first question….”
They chatted for hours, Gingerkit rattled off question after question, her excitement getting contagious. The other apprentices were now starting to stir. Hawthornpaw looked worriedly at the den, ushering Gingerkit away. Gingerkit squealed in protest. “I wanna talk to them, too!”
Hawthornpaw stopped, looking seriously at Gingerkit. “Some of them get grumpy.” She mewed, leaning close. “Maybe you should come back when they’ve at least had some food, ok?”
Gingerkit looked down at her paws. “Ok.” She said, a glint of hopefulness glinting in her eyes. She scampered off towards the Nursery, her little tail erect and her whiskers twitching and trembling. She bowled into the prickly den, panting and gasping for breath. Silverkit had awoken, her emerald eyes looking seriously at Gingerkit.
“Mother is not going to be happy. She told you not to leave the den!” Silverpaw mewed, licking her forepaw.
Gingerkit laid her ears back in defiance. “So, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her!” Without waiting for a reply, Gingerkit trotted over to where the other kits lay sleeping. She prodded a black form, whispering, “Hollykit! Wake up!” The figure stirred, looking up at Gingerkit with pale yellow eyes.
“Wha you wan?” Hollykit mumbled, turning fitfully to her side. Gingerkit let out a sigh of exasperation, prodding Hollykit again. “Alright! I’m up already!” she squealed. Gingerkit’s tail gently touched Hollykit’s mouth, signaling for her to be quiet.
“Thornkit still asleep?” Gingerkit mewed, barely audible. Hollykit nodded, her yellow eyes huge with curiosity. Gingerkit was always sneaking around, getting into trouble or going on some great adventure outside the nursery and sometimes into other warrior’s dens! Gingerkit’s tales always enthralled Hollykit. Hollykit often wished she could do something so courageous. But Hollykit was always too frightened and very wary, never wanting to break the rules. Gingerkit couldn’t wait to tell Hollykit about her encounter with Hawthornpaw. The kits were only four moons old, but information about being an apprentice excited them and made them even more curious.

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