A/N: Hello cat lovers! Animechic and I decided to turn her dream into a fanfic so please enjoy it. We may jump back and forth from when Bluestar was Bluestar or Bluefur, but mostly when Jayfeather is medicine cat. Oh! And I don't own the Warriors books. Enjoy!

Prologue

When a small group of rouge cats can overcome four Clans, the Clans have either become weak or they didn't expect five rouges to come in as prisoners and end up taking over. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here.

These five cats are nothing special to the naked eye. They look like ordinary rouges. They have battle wounds and scars, they have a leader and sleep in shifts. These cats have no odd way of living. They act like normal rouges, but coming into contact with the Clans has turned them upside down.

Two males and three females decide that they will not live along the codes of Clans, or be tamed as kittypets. Their leader, a small black she-cat with a golden sun on her chest, didn't intend for what happened to happen.

She looks sweet and innocent, and most think she couldn't hurt a fly. She happens to be the most vicious of them all. Two of her friends are white, the female has a silver crescent moon necklace and the male looks like he has flames running down his neck. The other female is a rosy-pink with a silver "S" on her back. The other male is just silver.

These five make a dangerous combination. They have a deadly secret that if anyone found out they would all be dead. That is, if they could die.

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A blue-eyed gray tabby tom wove his way through the crowded camp toward his leader. "Move, move, move, Firestar!"

The ginger tom turned and spotted his medicine cat, "Hello Jayfeather," He meowed, "What's wrong?"

Jayfeather turned his sightless eyes upon his leader, "A vision is what's wrong."

Firestar jumped up from his seat, "I'm sorry Sandstorm, I'll be right back." He licked her ear and led Jayfeather into his den. "What now?"

Jayfeather sat with his back to the entrance and his eyes locked on Firestar, "Firestar," He began, "The vision showed a group of rouges coming through the mountains past the Tribe of Rushing Water without being attacked." He shook his head, "It was like the Tribe knew them. Like they knew who they were."

"Is that a problem?" Firestar asked confused.

"Yes," Jayfeather snapped, "The Tribe of Rushing Waters has met no new young cats since we came here." He paused, "My vision showed these cats resting on the edge of WindClan territory. The black cat in the group stood at the top of the rift overlooking the Clans, she must be the youngest but the leader."

"Wait," Firestar said, "Small black she-cat? She could be like Scrooge, small but vicious."

"You mean the past leader of BloodClan?" Jayfeather asked.

"Yes." Firestar meowed. Jayfeather nodded and sighed.

"If these cats make it across Wind Clan territory into ours we will be in danger." He said, "Firestar, if that black she-cat makes it here on her own we will all die!"

"I won't let it happen my friend." Firestar told Jayfeather, "She won't get here on her own."

"But she must get here." Jayfeather told him, "The five cats must be separated but the black she-cat must be here."

Firestar nodded, "Alright Jayfeather, I'll send Sandstorm, Cloudtail, and Brambleclaw to see Onestar and tell him your message."

"I have to go too!" Jayfeather said jumping up, "I know what they look like so I have to go!"

"Alright, alright." Firestar said, "You can go too."

A/N: So? Did you like it? It started as a dream and ended up a fanfic... Huh... this happens often... R&R!