Warriors: Power of Four: Battle Cry (Book One)

Firestar couldn't control his own paws as he edged a steep cliff. Panic swept over him, this dream again? He ducked under a few brown roots into a cave, whose only light source was a hole in the ceiling. A cat with a gray pelt that resembled a rock laid where the sunlight pooled on the cave's floor. He stared at Firestar with a hard gaze.

Firestar froze at the sight of the elderly cat. His pelt tingled with anxiety. "You called me. Who are you? What do you want? Why do you need me?"

"Hush, your curiosity will do nothing but stall what I have to say." The gray cat rasped.

Firestar sat down, curling his tail around his paws and looking down. His gaze darkened with shame.

"I was thinking that you deserved to be the one that learned this first," the elderly tom started. "You did rebuild the lost Clan, and you're a fine leader of ThunderClan."

Firestar nodded. "I agree."

The cat stood up on thin, wobbly legs and walked towards Firestar. The only thing visible was his bright amber eyes that glittered in the darkness. "Bad things are coming, worse than any cat has seen before. It won't just affect ThunderClan, it'll affect every single cat in the Clans. Though it may not come into play for many moons, I must tell you this. Four will hold the power of the stars in their paws."

Firestar tilted his head, "Elaborate?"

The cat shook his head, "I cannot." He walked past Firestar and out of the cave.

Firestar's surroundings started to fade to darkness as he started to wake up. He opened his eyes quickly. He looked around at the smooth, stone walls of his den and the sunlight directly outside. He got up to his paws and went out of the den. Smelling the fresh air, he saw Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw with their four three-moon-old kits, Hollykit, Jaykit, Swankit, and Lionkit. Then, it clicked.

The four are here.