Prologue
Cold, blistering wind flattened Jayfeather's fur, sending an icy chill down his spine.
He flattened his ears, wishing for it to be all over.
He could see because it was a dream. It was StarClan. A test to see if he could survive. In the cold.
A singing jay sang one, long note.
All the snow, ice and cold winds were replaced by grass, flowers and cool breezes.
A single feather floated down from the jay, and landed on Jayfeather's nose.
"Congratulations, you've passed the test. You may keep your powers." Bluestar mewed, flicking the feather off of Jayfeather's pink nose.
Her solemn expression sent a shudder down Jayfeather's body.
"But, I'm afraid, the power of three is not enough." Her eyes darkened and her tail drooped.
"The Jay's Feather will float down." Bluestar mewed in a rather surprising silky tone.
"But beware!" Jayfeather stiffened.
"It will be frozen by a seed that hides in the mist!"
"What does that mean?" Jayfeather queried, but Bluestar had already begun to fade away.
The ground swayed beneath Jayfeather's paws, whilst all went dark.
He awoke by the Moonpool. Stars reflected off of it and the cool night breeze ruffled the soft, green grass.
Jayfeather watched as Mothwing, Kestrelflight, and Littlecloud, plus Willowshine roused from a deep sleep.
Mothwing now believed in StarClan after the Dark Forest attacked.
But the dark and mysterious prophecy Bluestar had said still rang in Jayfeather's ears.
What did it mean?
"Jayfeather?" Are you OK?" Littlecloud asked.
"Fine." Mewed Jayfeather quickly.
"You don't seem fine." Mothwing meowed, worry glinting in her soft, brilliant amber eyes.
Jayfeather sighed.
Would he ever figure out the prophecy?