Things had been relatively peaceful since the flood died down and the Clans returned to their normal routines. Most of Thunderclan had been more than happy to bask in the good fortune the were going through, but Jayfeather had been anticipating trouble. Nothing ever stayed easy for long in the forest. Dread had been creeping through his fur for days and he had been more on edge than usual, he could just tell that something important would occur soon. Leafpool hadn't been as agitated as her son, but now that she had returned to her medicine cat duties she could feel the stirrings in the air as well. Trouble was on it's way.

"You could visit the Moonpool, Jayfeather. I can watch over Briarlight and Squirrelflight while you're away." Leafpool suggested one evening.

Briarlight had been recovering well from a recent bought of sickness, but Millie insisted upon the medicine cats paying close attention to her in case she caught something again. Squirrelflight was due to have her kits any moon now, and Leafpool worried for her slightly since she was quite a bit older than most expecting Queens. The gray tabby flicked his tail as he considered the idea, it would certainly be helpful to shed show light on his restlessness.

"I'll let Bramblestar know, then. Make sure Briarlight does her exercises before she goes to sleep."

Answering mew was enough for Jayfeather and he padded lightly out of the den, into the crisp leaffall air. Most of the clan was scattered about in their various end-of-the-day tasks. The last few patrols were returning through the camp entrance, and pairs of cats ranged the clearing as they shared tongues. Jayfeather could scent his leader, who was perched on top of the highrock surveying the activities. He must've spotted Jayfeather staring in his direction and hopped down, padding over to the younger tom.

"You look like something's troubling you, is Squirrelflight okay?"

"Of course, I'm sure she'd be the first to tell you if something was wrong. I came to tell you that I'm going to the Moonpool tonight."

Brambleclaw dismissed Jayfeather's comment with a flick of his ear and nodded thoughtfully. He was well aware that something was upsetting the medicine cats, but trusted that they would let him know if and when they found out anything. Considering asking Jayfeather outright what the problem was, he lingered with his mouth half-open. The gray tabby didn't wait to hear whatever it was his leader had to say, and instead continued past the dusk patrol, laden with fresh-kill, and into the forest.

The trek had become a tiny bit more difficult since losing his powers, but Jayfeather had walked it enough that he could make it by memory with just a stumble or two each trip, not that he would ever admit to those stumbles. It was a clear night and not a single gust of wind shook the trees around him as he walked. The whispers of Starclan and cats even more ancient than that seemed to visit him already. He couldn't make out what they were saying...but something about them caused his neck-fur to fluff up. They were quite unsettling tonight.

Upon reaching the cold hollow in which the sacred pool was hidden, Jayfeather was aware of the swell of voices growing louder, but no more distinct than before. He curled one lip back in annoyance, already anticipating a wild goose chase as he tried to seek his answers.

"Did you think we would just tell you everything you wanted after the Great Battle? Things are no different than before, you have to seek the answers yourself and not always come crying to us."

A raspy, mocking voice alerted Jayfeather to the fact that he was already in Starclan. Blinking, he found that he suddenly see again and that Yellowfang's flattened face stared into his own.

"We did stop the Dark Forest from destroying you, a little thanks would be nice." The tom retorted, though his eyes betrayed that he wasn't completely serious. He was used to dealing with the old she-cat by now.

"Your thanks is that your lives were spared and your Clan lives on. That's beside the point, though, you came here for answers. Ask away."

Jayfeather eyed her for a moment, surprised that she seemed so willing to dive into this conversation. There had to be some catch to this.

"Leafpool and I can sense that something is about to happen, can you shed any light on our instincts?"

Yellowfang remained silent for a long time, looking like she was heavily debating with herself about something. It was obvious that she knew exactly what he was talking about, but she wasn't sure how much she should say. In the end she stood up and gave her fur a rough shake, her rank breath curled his whiskers as she stepped closer and said;

"A deadly mistake is about to be made. A force that was never meant to be will sweep the lake and shake the Clans to their core, the only hope is the lives of Four."

The last words of the prophecy sent Jayfeather recoiling backwards, blinking at Yellowfang with disbelief and a sudden hunger in his eyes.

"Are you saying that the Four aren't finished? Are we going to get our powers back?"

But Yellowfang was fading fast with an odd look on her face, like she held a powerful knowledge that even she couldn't completely understand. Darkness sunk over Jayfeather's vision and he was blind once more, cursing the fact that Starclan always disappeared before they could explain any of their cryptic words. The lives of Four. The prophecy lingered in his ears and put a spring in his step as he hurried home through the cold dawn light. Could this mean that we're about to get our powers back...that Lionblaze, Dovewing, Firestar, and I are to save the Clans again?

AN: Nothing of the other side of the crossover in the prologue, but it won't be that way for long! :D I actually came up with that prophecy on the spot, because I had everything planned out for this except for what Yellowfang would say...