Prologue:
A gray tabby tom walked through a lush forest. He loved being able to see in his dreams. He rolled his eyes as a dark gray she-cat with a flat face stepped in front of him. "Don't roll your eyes at me Jayfeather", she snapped, "I have something important to tell you."
"I'm listening Yellowfang." Jayfeather replied. All he wanted was to get some real sleep for once. He had been busy all day tending to all of the cats injured in the Dark Forest Battle.
"The future of the clans lies on a gentle Splash and a drifting Leaf, but if the Splash ceases and the Leaf cripples, the River will flood and everything will perish in it's wake."
"What? Is this a prophecy?", Jayfeather asked, shocked.
"I don't know what it means, but it sounds bad." replied Yellowfang.
Then a blue gray she-cat padded next to Yellowfang with a bright orange tom with green eyes right behind her. They kept sending troubled glances at each other.
"Firestar, Bluestar", Jayfeather greeted, nodding to each of them in turn. Then turning his gaze to Firestar with a happy expression. It is good to see him again, even if it has only been a couple of days, he thought.
They both glanced at each other again before Firestar started speaking.
"Yellowfang is right," he said, "none of Starclan knows what it means, and that worries us."
Just then all three cats began to fade and Jayfeather was plunged in darkness once again. He stood up and shook out his pelt. He started to walk out of the medicine den but was stopped in his tracks when he saw a small black cat with one white paw flash before his eyes. Is this what they were talking about?