A/N- Sorry this is a short chappie- i'm writing at school. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own warriors!

Chapter 4

Love Don’t Roam

After the vigil, Featherpaw led Silverpool back to the forest. As they re-entered Starclan territory, a ginger tom padded up to them, and Featherpaw gave him a courteous nod. Silverpool had no idea who this mysterious cat was, until her daughter said,

“Greetings, Firestar. Do you have a message for us?”

The ginger tom nodded and replied graciously,

“Indeed I have. A new prophecy has come and it is time for us to all gather around the sacred pool.”

Featherpaw gave another nod and both her and Firestar turned and began to pad away.

Silverpool had heard of Firestar, but he had died generations before her time. She began to panic at the thought of being left, and was highly intrigued by the sound of a new prophecy. She hastily set off after the cats.

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As they reached the site of the sacred pool, Silverpool gasped. Around the silvery body of water sat countless cats, their pelts swathing the bank in a mass of colours, all of which were tinged with silver in the starry light.

At the front of the pool sat a bluish-silver she-cat, her muzzle tinged with white. Even from the distance, Silverpool could see that here was a cat who commanded respect.

The bluish she-cat spoke.

“We welcome Silverpool to her first prophecy. Let her come forth and see what shall be, in the sacred pool!”

Firestar led Silverpool forwards through the crowd. Silverpool turned, wanting to see a comforting look from her daughter, but Featherpaw had already gone to take her place with the other Starclan cats, and was lost in the crowd.

Upon reaching the front of the pool, the bluish cat introduced herself.

“Greetings. I am Bluestar, leader of Thunderclan before Firestar.”

Silverpool gasped. She had heard of Bluestar too, but had never imagined she’d ever meet her.

Despite Silverpool’s shock, Bluestar continued.

“Silverpool, look into the waters and tell Starclan what you see.”

Silverpool did as she was told and gazed into the silvery water.

Before her flashed a series of images- Brackenstar fleeing for his life, Frostleaf’s kits being born during a fire, Mistyfur desparately trying to reach her sister, and finally, and most terrible of all, her mate, Icefur, lying dead in the blaze.

Hesitantly and awkwardly, Silverpool spoke.

“There will be a fire, during which Frostleaf’s kits will be born. Her sister will try to reach her, while Brackenstar flees. And... and... Icefur will die.”

A shudder rippled through the crowd of cats, but Bluestar meowed,

“Then that is what will be. Does any cat here have a prophecy they could share with the clan?”

A ginger she-cat stepped lightly up to the water’s edge.

“I have a message.”

“Thank you, Squirrelflight. Please, tell us,” purred Bluestar.

“Flames will roar and mews will sound, so terrible that ice shall melt within it.”

Bluestar nodded once again, and then turned to Firestar.

“Firestar, will you please deliver the prophecy to Brackenstar?”

The ginger tom nodded and left.

“This meeting is over,” said the she-cat.

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Silverpool was still reeling from the thought that Icefur might die, as well as her daughter’s kits. But Bluestar had said it would happen, and that meant there was no avoiding it. Silverpool sank her claws into the cool earth and felt like roaring. She had to do something!

Angrily, but also cautiously, Silverpool slunk away and back down the route she’d just come. She lightly padded back into the Thunderclan camp, and slipped quietly into Icefur’s den. She nudged him gently with one paw, and his eyes flickered open.

“Silverpool!” he whispered, shocked.

“Hush, Icefur. I have a warning for you. Starclan did not wish me to do this, but I must. A fire will come, Icefur. I have seen it in the sacred pool. During it, Frostleaf’s kits will be born, and you will die.”

Icefur’s eyes opened wide.

“But listen. You alone can prevent this. When Frostleaf’s kits are due, get her and yourself out of camp. Go to Windclan and take refuge there. Just don’t be in camp!”

Icefur nodded at the warning and Silverpool concluded,

“Now go back to sleep, Icefur. I will see you again soon.”

Icefur nodded and closed his eyes, while Silverpool padded happily out of the den.