Prologue
A silver cat sat at the edge of a rippling pool, her fur dappled with shadow under a full moon. Staring down into the black, moving water, her eyes suddenly began to glaze over…
Yewberry was in a grassy clearing. Her green gaze swept around the undergrowth, catching the purple petals of jasmine. As she admired the view, she heard a throat clear behind her. Whipping around, she came nose-to-nose with none other than the famed Cinderpelt. Limping forward, Cinderpelt touched noses with Yewberry, and began to speak. "I have come to give you a prophecy." Yewberry narrowed her eyes sharply. "What kind of prophecy?" she asked. "Look to the water, and salvation will come," Cinderpelt replied solemnly. "What kind of prophecy is that?" Yewberry exclaimed. "It makes no sense!" Cinderpelt rolled her eyes. "Do ANY prophecies make sense, Yewberry?" Cinderpelt purred sarcastically. "Anyway, I have told you the prophecy. Now it's time for you to interpret it." And with that, the forest clearing around Yewberry began to swirl and disappear…
Yewberry snapped awake with a jolt. Looking around, she saw the other medicine cats staring at her. "Yewberry, are you all right?" asked Rowanleaf, the ThunderClan medicine cat. WindClan's medicine cat, Gorsepelt, heaved himself to his paws. "I received a dream," he started to say when Mottlewing, the RiverClan medicine cat, interrupted him. "I was told of a prophecy," he meowed quickly, "that says 'Look to the water, and salvation will come.' Did any of you get the meaning?" "I had the same dream," said Rowanleaf, as Yewberry meowed agreement, her pelt prickling. "Let's think over this, and share our thoughts and perhaps any further information at the Gathering, shall we?" proposed Gorsepelt. All three of the other cats mewed assent, and they started back to their camps.