Yes… I know what you're thinking! 'Another Fanfiction Stormy?!' Well, yes, I'm thinking the same thing, but, what can I say? I love warriors! Now, this Information is IMPORTANT so please read it, and don't just skip through. Right… This fanfiction follows the events of 'The Sight', the first book in the Power of three story arc, but, in this, the warrior cats are humans, living in a 'camp' (a house) for each clan, facing off into their chosen territory. Though they live amongst regular civilization, their code tells them to scorn the comfortable life of a regular human, so they only rely on their 'camp' for shelter, then spend the rest of the day in their territory, sometimes hunting, training, patrolling or, in desperate measures, fighting over territory. Each clan has certain traits, and they use them to their advantage, however, there are sometimes disputes over hunting rights or territory, which can lead to battles. There is a healer for each clan, who relies on natural remedies to treat their patients, however, in drastic matters, they may organise a raid on pharmacists, in an attempt to obtain stronger medicines. Each month, there is a gathering of the clans, which takes place on an island in the middle of the central lake. Below is a guide to the jobs taken on by each ranking:

Leader: Makes decisions for the clan, handles matters involving other humans.

Deputy: Assists the leader and organises patrols.

Healer: Treats the ill and wounded. Works from natural remedies.

Warrior: The lifeblood of the clan. Fights, hunts and occasionally take raids on the human areas for food, clothing, medicine and weapons.

Apprentice: in training to become a warrior. Tends to train with a warrior which specializes in the same weapon and hunting tools as them (e.g: Bow and arrows, Dagger, Knife e.t.c) Also takes on jobs around the 'camp', cleaning, sometimes cooking, making sure the elders are comfortable. They start training when they are nine years old, and become warriors when they are sixteen. They take school lessons three days a week.

Mothers: Warriors who have children or are pregnant. Share the care of children.

Children: People under nine years old. As they get older, they take more responsibility, and are often responsible for minor jobs around the 'camp'.

Elders: When a warrior decides they are too old to hunt or fight, they may retire to become an elder.

I hope this helps, now, on with the alliances! (I'm only doing Thunderclan for now!)

Leader: Flame: Tall male with ginger hair and bright green eyes.

Deputy: Bramble: Tall male with shaggy brown hair and strange, yellowish-brown eyes.

Healer: Leaf: Small female with shoulder-length brown hair.

Warriors:

Dust: Brown haired male

Sandy: Tall, fast female with short, pale ginger hair.

Cloud: a sarcastic male with very pale blonde hair, almost white.

Bracken: male with ginger hair

Thorn: Tall male with dirty blonde hair.

Light: Ginger-haired female with facial scarring after she was mauled by dogs. Wears a patch over her eye.

Ash: Male with greyish-black hair and striking blue eyes.

Sorrel: Female with brownish-ginger hair and hazel eyes.

Spider: Extremely tall male with black hair and hazel eyes.

Brooke: Short female with mousy brown hair (formerly of the tribe of rushing water, another group in the mountains.)

Storm: Tall male with grey-black hair and yellowish-brown eyes. (formerly of the tribe of rushing water)

Snow: Female with almost white hair and startlingly green eyes.

Birch: Male with light brown hair.

Apprentices:

Berry: Annoying male with blonde hair. (mentor: Bramble)

Hazel: a short female with unusual, silvery grey hair. (mentor: Dust)

Mouse: Male with the same silvery hair as Hazel. (mentor: Spider)

Cinder: A small female with long, dark, greyish-black hair. (mentor: Cloud)

Honey: Small female with blonde hair. (mentor: Sandy)

Poppy: female with long, ginger-brown hair. (mentor: Thorn)

Mothers and Children:

Fern: Female with blackish-grey hair and green eyes. (Children: Fox: male with shockingly ginger hair. Ice: Female with white-blonde hair and icy blue eyes.)

Daisy: Short female with long, dirty blonde hair. Formerly lived on a farm, but joined the clan after her children were to be forced into foster care.

Squirrel: Tall female with short ginger hair and green eyes. (Children: Lion: Male with brown eyes and pale blonde-ginger hair. Holly: Tall female with long, raven black hair and dark green eyes. Jay: Tall male with greyish, shaggy hair and blind, ice blue eyes.)

Elders:

Dusky: Old female with mousy brown hair, streaked with grey.

Flint: Male with dirty blonde hair and blind blue eyes. Retired early due to failing sight.

Alliances done, now for the prologue!

Sweeping his hair from his eyes, Flame hauled himself up the steep gorge path, wincing slightly at the sensation of the stones digging into his hands. Pulling his jacket around himself to keep out the cold, he staggered to his feet, and called out into the night air.

"Sky?" he called out, the name drifting away into the air.

"Sky, where are you?!" A sudden, hoarse voice replied, the answer almost torn away in the wind, however, Flame glanced around, and caught sight of the grey-haired man he was looking for, perched on a boulder, eyes staring off into the distance.

"You called me?" Prompted Flame, and Sky turned his head, icy blue eyes unnerving the Thunderclan leader slightly.

"Yes. Yes, I did." The old man's voice was hoarse with age as he spoke, and Flame began to doubt whether he should be outside at night. Shaking his head slightly, Flame settled down on the boulder next to Sky, and waited for the wise old man to speak. Sky, smiling gently, moved his hand and clasped it around Flame's, the ginger-haired man flinching at the skeletal coldness of his fingers.

"I want to thank you, for rebuilding Skyclan." Flame ducked his head, and smiled lightly.

"I only did what was needed." He replied modestly, and Sky shook his head, a creaking laugh rising in his throat.

"Nonsense! You rebuilt the lost clan. It would have taken a true leader to do that." Flame looked to the side at the old man's praise, but snapped his head back as Sky asked another question which startled him.

"Do you think that you lead Thunderclan well?" Flame looked downwards thoughtfully, then replied.

"It has been difficult, but I try to make the right decisions." Sky blinked his eyes at the leader, the moon reflecting off their glassy surface.

"I agree to that, but how far would you be willing to go?" Confusion clouded the Thunderclan leader's mind, and he looked towards Sky, who was now staring at the stars.

"Difficult times are ahead, Flame." He began, rising stiffly to his feet.

"Your loyalty will be tested to the limits, and you will meet people with the power to change destiny with a wave of their hand." Flame whipped his head around to stare directly at Sky, however his gaze was blank, staring at something behind the younger man. When he spoke again, gone was the hoarse, aged voice speaking before, and a new voice spoke, an ancient, smooth tone, as timeless as the stars themselves.

"There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their handss…" Flame stared at the male as he spoke, then looked away, and when he turned back, Sky was gone, words of farewell ringing in his ears…

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Flame jolted awake, nails digging into the edge of his rollmat, forehead beaded with sweat, eyes wild. He let out a gasp of relief, and let the tension fade from his hands, the nightmare however, still haunting his mind. Weak morning sunlight filtered through the green-tinted windows of the leader's room, which opened up to give a view of the room in which the warriors slept. The peaceful sound of breathing filled the room, however the leader could not relax. Not with the prophecy hanging over him. He caught sight of his daughter, Squirrel, curled up in the corner of the den, Flame's deputy, Bramble's arm thrown protectively around her. Dread weighted heavily in Flame's chest. The prophecy still lay fresh in his mind, and he shuddered.

Pray that I am wrong… the ginger-haired leader curled his arms protectively around himself, and shrunk into the furthest corner of his room. He tried to deny it, but he knew, deep down that it was true.

The Three have come…

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