...Confused... (A Percy Jackson/Warriors Mash-Up)

...Confused...

Chapter 1, A Prophecy gone wrong...

Ebonysun opened her eyes wide and she was in a small clearing that she recognized from before, it was StarClan.
“Hello?” Ebonysun’s voice rang out and bounced about in the tiny clearing. All of a sudden a green mist spouted from the pores of a tree by her side. “What they..?” She stepped as far away from the fog as she could, but it still swallowed her gray figure. A red-haired twoleg stepped from the mist and patted her head and began to speak in a voice that didn’t fit her, it sounded as if coming from an older twoleg. It was old a raspy. Ebonysun hissed and scratched her hairless paw.

“Seven half-bloods will answer the call.
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath.
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.”

“What?” Ebonysun was confused. How did she understand the Twoleg’s words? Why did this prophecy come to her? What was a half-blood? She looked forward and called out to the girl, “Who are you!? Wait!!”
“Rachel Elizebeth Dare, Host to the Spirit of Delphi.” She answered, and dissapeared into a cloud of mist.
Ebonysun appeared back in her den and looked up, screaming. Blossomstar rushed into the the Medicine Den and looked at Ebonysun. “What’s wrong, sister?”
“Oh, Blossomstar, I think I’ve been given the wrong prophecy?”
“What!?”

Chapter 2, You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Annabeth stretched and headed into camp. She looked to the porch of the Bog House to see Chiron pacing back and forth. She raced to the stretch of wooden planks and patted his horse back.
“Chiron? What’s wrong?” Annabeth queried.
“Oh nothing, my dear.” He mused dismissively.
“Chiron,” Annabeth started to get agitated. “I know you, something is wrong and you’re going to tell me what you have learned whether you like it or not!” She ordered.
“Fine, you are much like your mother.. or Hera.”
“Don’t you dare compare me to her!”
“Who? Athena?”
“Stop acting like an idiot! What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing but a sense of humor.”
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Annabeth stamped her foot, but refused to leave his side. Chiron finally gave in and told Annabeth what she wanted to hear.
“I have a bad feeling about magical balances. I have received a prophecy, but it makes no sense.” Chiron seemed even more distressed than before.
“What was it?” Annabeth asked.
“There will be three, kin of your kin, that hold the power of stars in their paws.”
“I don’t get it! Why?” She asked and tried to think f a reason that they would recieve a prophecy that made no sense and had nothing to do with Greek Mythology! It seemed meant for some dogs!
“It was given to me by a cat.” Chiron spilled suddenly.
“A cat?! Come on Chiron!”
“I’m serious. They told me to seek the Clans.”
“Of warriors?”
“Sort of. ThunderClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and... RiverClan.” He said.
Annabeth was puzzled. She waved goodbye to Chiron and told him to get some rest. Yet she still plodded to the Aphrodite cabin to see if Piper knew about these talking cats.