Title: The Fourth Apprentice

Rating: T for blood

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure

Summary: Hollyleaf is dead and Ivykit and Dovekit have Greencough. It's hard for Jayfeather and Lionblaze to cope. Hollyleaf is watching her clan and is horrified with all the evil that lurks within ready, to pounce at a moments notice. She can't reach Jayfeather. And Lionblaze is ready to give up everything he knows for his only litter mate left… who is unknowingly in danger. Rated T for blood.

A/N: Hey, my name is Jaggedwing. I absolutely love the Warriors series ^^ This is my first fanfic so be nice please! This fic takes place after Sunrise so if you haven't read it yet, I warn you there are spoilers in here so you may wanna read that first.

Prologue

Hollyleaf kept running until she heard the sound of the cave collapsing. She stopped dead. "This wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to get away not die." She yowled at the top of her voice as a boulder dropped on her back. "Starclan, NOOOO!" Her mournful yowl brought more rocks upon her, crushing and breaking her bones. She could faintly hear Jayfeather screeching to her. Then, a new, sweet, calm voice spoke.

"Come little one. Live in Starclan knowing you did the right thing."

"I don't want to go. What about my brothers? And the prophecy? I can't die!" she yowled to the unseen cat.

"You were to lead your brothers, not be part of the three," the voice said soothingly. "You can watch them fulfill the prophecy from Starclan and guide them in there time of need… along with the third." Hollyleaf tried to reply but all that came out was a strangled gasp. Suddenly she saw her brothers smiling and laughing with her. She saw Brambleclaw as well. Though he wasn't her father he hadn't known and had always thought of them as his children. She saw Firestar talking to her patiently with Sandstorm by her side and she saw Cinderheart and Poppyfrost passing a ball of moss. She longed to be with her clan and her thoughtful brothers. She wasn't ready to die! A tail touched her and she looked up to see Honeyfern coaxing her to follow. Realizing she could do nothing to stop her death she let out one last agonized cry. She then stood, leaving her body behind, never to be found.

Hollyleaf looked around; she was in a clearing with four giant oaks bordering it. There were also cats, a blue-gray she-cat, Honeyfern, an old grumpy she-cat and many more that smelt like the four clans, though there was another scent she didn't recognize. She looked to where it came from and saw three cats; a very old dark gray tom, a brown and cream tabby she-cat and a silver tabby she-cat. They smelt familiar, like clans but not like any of the four clans in the forest. The blue-gray she-cat stepped forward solemnly. "Hollyleaf, I never wanted to see you here so early but since you are, we had better fill you in. Look into the water."

Hollyleaf obeyed hastily. She looked down and what she saw made her blood freeze with horror. A gray tabby tom was crouched and behind him a pair of cold eyes were watching him, ready to spring.