Weaselscuffle looked around the clearing. It was a bright moonlit night. The starshine was lighting the clearing and a soft breeze murmured the air. The brown warrior sat in the center of a large sandy circle and was surrounded by what appeared to be ranks of StarClan cats.

But this was not StarClan. This was a very different Clan of stars. This was SoulClan, the beloved ancestors of what Clans? He looked around.

In front of him sat a large white she-cat with ice blue eyes. Beside her on her right was a small brown and white tom. Next to her on her left was a large brown tom. On his left was a misty colored she-cat with scars on her flanks.

The brown and white tom introduced himself as Thistlestar, leader of HillClan. The white she-cat was Whitestar, leader of STORMCLAN? O.o The brown tom was Thornstar, leader of FireClan. The misty she-cat was Mistystar, leader of WaterClan.

These were the Clans that lived around the Circle Quad, which is what Weaselscuffle was sitting in.

He addressed the leaders with a stiff greeting and begged to know what was going on.

"You have been selected out of a list of warriors to fulfil the prophecy of Ashpaw," said a tan footed she-cat Tanfoot. (he growled and remembered the warrior. she must have been a SoulClan spy)

"Ashpaw?" he questioned. He remembered his halfsister and her kits. Ashpaw was one of them, but he knew of no prophecy. "Ashpaw doesn't have a prophecy!"

They recited it to him and stood. "You're needed, Weaselscuffle, to get to the Dark Place and find one Dripleaf. Bring her to me. She is blind. To escort you will be Darkpelt, our blind warrior."

"And what do I get of this?" he growled. "You sent those rogues to kidnap me!"

Whitestar shook her head. "No, but we think those rogues have your kit, Jewelkit. Listen, boy. You get that warrior for me and you will see Foxpelt and your kits again."

Weaselscuffle hardly had time to gasp. Kits?! He was going to be a father?! But Darkpelt was already ushering him away.