The five lakeside Clans have known nothing but peace and plenty for moons. Many young warriors have grown up never knowing war, and apprentices having never known battle, and kits having never known hunger, and the future only seems bright as the Clans' numbers and strength grow. But lasting prosperity may be too much to hope for, as disaster always lies just out of sight, one which will change life as the Clans know it forever. StarClan knows this better than most, but it seems the power of the older spirits is fading, and the living are deaf to their vague warnings. Interference from beyond only serves to further muddle their message, and it seems the fate of the Clans is left to the cats who dream of fire. --- Redpaw is a WindClan apprentice with the same modest hopes as any other Clan-born cat: To become a good warrior and serve his Clan. He and his sister, Fernpaw, have the fortune of growing up in peaceful times, with plentiful prey and good relationships between the Clans. So why, then, are his dreams filled with the horror of death and fire? As his visions begin to take shape in the waking world as well, he's left wondering if there is something wrong with him, or if StarClan has a message for him -- and if so, why? --- This is a the spiritual successor/reboot of my other fanfiction, "Embers," that was finished (the first book at least) a few years ago. It will follow the same characters and a similar (ish) but hopefully better plot, and will ideally come out a bit less rambling haha.

This version of this story is actually discontinued, so you may have better luck reading the new version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/224458043-visions-of-embers While they are different versions and different things will happen, there will be some spoilers in this version. --- The Clans are prosperous in their new home, their numbers growing rapidly, but StarClan once again senses a great change on the horizon. Several generations after the war between StarClan and the Place of No Stars, a new prophecy arises that devastation will come and divide the Clans forever, but Whisperleaf is worried that the prophecy will divide StarClan again as well. No one seems to have any idea what the prophecy means: their only clues are visions of death and fire, while one cat is haunted by dreams of battles taking place far away.