Black Dove

A small cat stepped out of the shadows, towards where Graystar stood. He looked over at the cat.
"Jaywing. Has Starclan spoken to you?"
The small she-cat padded up to him and looked up to the stars.
"They have Graystar."
She closed her eyes and spoke so only he could hear.
"The peace once held so will fall with death.
The young half-clan kit shall be the one to rise.
She shall bring peace for a time to come
If she is successful.
Shall she fail,
Then the end of the four clans will come."
Graystar looked at her. He looked up at the stars.
"Then this kit may be one of mine. Silverclaw told me she gave birth to my kits at the last gathering... I hope... I hope that this cat will be successful..."
Jaywing looked at him,
"Pray to Starclan the clans will survive... but your kits will be torn between you and their mother..."
Graystar looked at the She-cat.
"I know... But we will find a way to be in the same clan.."

~A Half-moon later~
"Graystar! Graystar!"
A Young tom ran into the clearing. Graystar appeared outside his den.
"Nettlepaw? What's wrong?"
Then he saw the Shadowclan she-cat and three small kits.
"We found them on our territory.. The kits are only about two moons old. The she-cat is exhausted."
Graystar ran over to the cats.
"Nettlepaw, fetch Jaywing."
The young tom nodded and ran off towards the medicine cat's den. The young apprentice came back with the medicine cat.
"Move aside Graystar. Let me through."
Graystar stepped aside and watched the medicine cat, Jaywing looked at him.
"she's just tired. We'll let her and her kits rest in the nursery..."
Some warriors and another queen came over to help her and the kits to the nursery. Jaywing pulled Graystar aside.
"She may stay with you, but these kits still technically belong to Shadowclan as their mother was a Shadowclan cat. We may need to brace for a fight with them over these kits. Though it is unlikely seems how they are half Thunderclan as well..."
Graystar nodded,
"I know. So it may be one of these kits who saves us..."