Stormheart trotted over the moor with his catch in his jaws.
The sun was just coming up over the hills, bathing Windclan territory in golden pink light.
This was the best time to hunt. No distractions and the wind wasn't as harsh.
Stormheart, a previous Shadowclan warrior, still wasn't used to the chilling wind that seemed to always be blowing.
He padded through the tall grass into the warm center of camp.
There the apprentices were already changing the bedding for the elders, but, Stormheart realized, something looked off.
He placed his rabbits in the fresh kill pile, and picked up a small thrush for himself.
He was ravenous so he rolled the bird over to eat it when he noticed small specks all over it.
It was very strange for birds to have specks, and so Stormheart was examining it when his friend Brambletail barreled into him. "Hey Stormheart!" Brambletail mrow-ed, peering over at his friend's breakfast.
"So I guess you think you're a medicine cat now huh? We shall die from a thrush!" he joked.
Stormheart however stayed serious. "Does this bird smell funny too you?" he questioned. "I don't know…" his friend absentmindedly responded.
"Oh shhh look its Ivyfur." Brambletail put on a nonchalant look.
"Hey Ivyfur!" he called out. The dark grey and silver striped tabby looked at him and smiled.
Brambletail smiled back so widely he looked ridiculous. "Have you heard?" she called over to them. "Firewing found a loner on our territory. She seems really nice."
Ivyfur swished off leaving Brambletail ecstatic. "Did you see that? She SMILED at me! And we TALKED! This is great!" Brambletail rambled on.
"Yeah… so I wonder who that new cat is." Stormheart looked thoughtful. "Who cares when IVYFUR- oh hi Tawnyfoot." Brambletail greeted the small medicine she-cat.
"What do have their Stormheart?" Tawnyfoot squeaked, her small voice curious. "Well I think this thrush is…"
He paused because Tawnyfoot's purple eyes had turned silver and were shining like the Moonpool. "The speckled cat will change the clan. The speckled one will doom us all."
Tawnyfoot growled, her voice unnaturally deep, and her eyes distant.
The entire clan was silent during this prophecy. Stormheart turned at the sound of someone entering the camp.
"Hey everyone! Wow this place is nice!" A gold and brown speckled cat bounced into the center of the camp, and into everyone's menacing glares.