One night in ThunderClan, a gray tabby medicine cat was curled up in his nest awake, mind stirring with thoughts.
Why? Why does just about every cat think me and Lionblaze will become disloyal to the Clan?
Giving it a second thought, the medicine cat just gave up on it and sleep got the best of him.
Opening his eyes, the gray tabby cat found out he could see, him being blind.
I can see! That means-
"Hello, Jayfeather. It's nice to see you." The ThunderClan cat shifted his eyes upward to see two she-cats standing in front of him, with beautiful starry white pelts. Through the stars, Jayfeather could identify the two cats. One had a pale blue-grey pelt, with a lightened nose tip; the other white with light grey stripes, and a tail so busy it looked like a feather.
"I'm in StarClan!"
"Yes you are." Feathertail meowed. "But that's not the point. We are here because we have a prophecy for you."
"There will be four cats, a cat of fire, a cat of grey, a cat of sand, and a cat of the raven. They will resemble four creatures, which will meet at the next Gathering. These cats along with the creatures will save both worlds from a darkness that will destroy us all." Bluestar meowed.
"Then what-"He wasn't able to finish his sentence, because he felt something poking his side. Snapping open his eyes, he scented Lionblaze standing beside him.
"Are you okay? You were meowing in your sleep." The golden tabby warrior asked.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Jayfeather replied.
"Alright, if you say so." And with that, Lionblaze padded back to the warrior's den. Making sure Lionblaze had left, Jayfeather started to think about the prophecy.
The cat of fire, the cat of grey, the cat of sand, and the cat of the raven? What does it mean? He wondered. Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle fell together. Did they mean Firestar, Greystripe, Sandstorm, and Ravenpaw?