Spottedleaf watched the young warrior with interest as Bluestar flicked her tail calmly.
"What do you mean, you have been waiting for me?" Jayfeather demanded. Her meow was steady, although Spottedleaf could detect a trace of nervousness in the she-cat's voice.
"StarClan has discovered something new, something you need to know," mewed Bluestar.
"What, a prophecy?" The she-cat sounded more interested now than anxious, though she was still wary. The slight wind that wound its way through the starlit forest ruffled her chest fur. "What is it?"
Bluestar glanced a Spottedleaf. The medicine cat stepped forward. "Listen carefully," she meowed, and closed her eyes as Jayfeather watched.
"The darkness comes from within,
And traitors keep to the shadows,
A storm brews, and dark clouds gather,
From the black comes betrayal,
Wind and water will roll together,
And the shadows will do the impossible,
Then a trickling brook will dry up as the sun drains its strength,
And a bird will save the dying embers of ash blowing,
To lose one joined in blood instead,
But only one can tell the truth,
For the lily seems hidden, but it holds a power far greater than any could think
And as the sun sets, the lake will burst into the flame,
While a dragon's roar signals the end as its blood floods the forest."
Spottedleaf opened her eyes to find Jayfeather staring at her.
"What?" the ThunderClan warrior asked.
Spottedleaf purred. "You will remember when the time comes. Now go back." She padded forward and touched Jayfeather's forehead with her muzzle.
The warrior shivered and vanished, back in the waking world.
Spottedleaf turned to Bluestar. The leader sat calmly, her eyes shining.
"Now, we wait."