On the morning ray of sunlight, a cat emerged from his den. His golden pelt rippled like waves in the gentle wind. His kind amber eyes searched over the clan he had worked so hard to bring back together, after… The Dark Days…

He shivered over the memory. And how he was forced to break the most important rule, but for the right reason. And yet, it still felt wrong to him. But he pushed the thought away, and walked into the clearing. The elders den, hidden among the roots of an old tree was currently empty. For he had no elders. All had been lost during The Dark Days.

He looked to the Queens den, which was a fallen hallow log, filled with the finest and softest moss in the woods the clan could find. The clan currently had two Queens. Longwillow and Greypelt. He decided to check on them first, before he tended to the rest of the clan.

Peaking inside the den, he saw two she-cats, sleeping close together. One, a smoky grey with a silver tipped tail and a skinny ginger she-cat, with small black paws. He stared at Longwillow, the ginger she-cat and felt sorry for her. Her mate, Stormfire was lost during The Dark Days, and now she was left alone, no kin left as well… except, if these kits survive, she will have some family. Not that the clan is not consider her family. But actual kin, her blood line running through other cats.

He turned away, and then padded over back to his den, when a sudden movement from the left side of the camp made him turn his head, and watch a slender white cat moved through the holly leaves covering the Medicine Den. She smiled at him, and quickly made her way over to him.

"Greetings, Yellowstar." The white she-cat, Snowfeather said and nodded to him. He returned the nod and said "And the same to you Snowfeather."

Her smile faded and then said "Sir, last night I received a message from Starclan. I think it may be a prophecy." The tone in her voice made Yellowstar worry, and he nodded and said "Let's talk inside my den." Snowfeather nodded, and then followed her leader into the dark old rabbit hole under a large stone platform.

Inside the den was cool, and dark. But there was enough light for both of the cats to see clearly. Yellowstar sat down on his bed of moss. He looked to this Medicine cat and his trusted friend and asked "Now, what happened?"

"Last night when I fell asleep, I dreamt that I was walking through a field of wheat, the one that surrounds our patch of woodland, but the wheat was on fire, yet the fire did not burn. Nor was it hot. It was dark out, and even with the light of the fire I could not see clearly. But I heard cries, death cries of many cats."

"Death cries?" Yellowstar echoed Snowfeather's words and then asked in a hushed tone "Did you recognize any from this clan?"

Snowfeather shook her head no and said "I could not, too many cries. But they were all young. And the soil was stained with blood. Paw prints lead forward, and I saw a cat. This cat had their back to me, and faced the sky. When I came to approach the cat, the sun suddenly started to come up, and the fire…oh the fire roared and…" Snowfeather trailed off, trying to calm herself.

Yellowstar felt his chest tighten. This was just no ordinary dream, it was a warning. He narrowed his eyes and asked softly "Can you continue, Snowfeather?" She slowly nodded and then took a breath.

"The fire burned away the day, and so the cat was gone with it. And I was left standing in a burning field of the wheat, now turned red from soaking up the blood and the wind whispered ever so softly to me."

"What did it say?" Yellowstar asked, feeling the fur on the back of his neck rise. Snowfeather took a breath and a moment to remember, and then she said "Love will be burned away by the jealous flame, kin from kin will be lost, and the young fire of hate, will burn away the light of day forever…"

Yellowstar's fur bristled with fear. Not only was the prophecy dark, and warning of something evil coming, but that the clan was known as Dayclan. Called that for how the sun always shines on the wheat, giving it a beautiful glow that cats will wake up early just to catch a glimpse. And fire will burn away the light of day… could it mean Dayclan?

"Snowfeather!"

Snowfeather and Yellowstar perked their ears, and climbed out of the den. They both watched as Greypelt hurried across the clearing, and said "It's Longwillow, her kits are coming!" Yellowstar felt Snowfeather grow tense beside him. This would be the first kits born into the clan since The Dark Days, and the clan needed this to help recover.

"Alright, I'm coming. I just need to get herbs first." Snowfeather said and rushed into her den. Moments later she came out with herbs in her mouth and ran over to the Queens den. By now the commotion has awoken the rest of the clan, and Yellowstar decided to head over the Queens den himself.

…

Yellowstar sat quietly outside the den, and waited. Moments passed, until Snowfeather emerged from the den and looked to him. She gave a gentle smile and said "Longwillow gave birth to one kit."

"Just one?" He asked her and Snowfeather nodded and stepped aside to let the leader in. He ducked his head, and entered the den. Longwillow sat curled up on her bed off moss, and gently licked a young kit who nursed by her belly. Longwillow looked up at Yellowstar and smiled.

"Want to see him, Yellowstar?" Longwillow asked noting that her first born kit was a tom. Yellowstar nodded and sat on his hunches by the ginger she-cat. She moved her long fluffy tail and revealed a small, ginger kit. His pelt, was still new, but yet was darker than his mothers. And the morning sunlight that leaked into the den shined off his small coat of fiery red fur.

"I decided to name him, Firekit." Longwillow said and Yellowstar narrowed his eyes. He bent down and sniffed the kit once. His nose gently touched the kit's side, and the kit let off and quiet and soft mew. Yellowstar blinked and drew back.

"He's already a fighter, I know it." Longwillow said and gave her kit a lick. Yellowstar nodded, trying to give his happiness out to her, but inside, his stomach twisted and turned. Was it just coincidence that this kit was named Firekit, just after he had heard of the fire and day prophecy?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and then said "Well, I'll leave you to rest Longwillow." She smiled at Yellowstar, and then laid down her head and closed her pail blue eyes. He turned, and quietly moved out of the den, and when he looked back, the sunlight hit the young kit's pelt, and seemed like for a moment, the young kit had a coat of flames. Yellowstar blinked, and the small vision was gone.

Without another word or thought about Firekit, the leader turned away, and headed back to his den.

First Warrior Cats Story that is not about human gone she-cats. But if any of you read my other stories Fight against the Darkest Angels, or Sacrifice of the Undying Angels, this is the same Firepaw. The one you all know and love.

Dayclan is a clan across the ocean from the original clans. The other clans are known as Nightclan, Neverclan(Something like Bloodclan) Oceanclan and Stoneclan. You will learn about them later and such…