Fallenpaw padded through the green grass. his foot was not crippled as it usually is, so he knew this was a dream. he sniffed and found a new scent.
"mouse," He whispered, crouching low. he heard the tinny paw steps of a mouse and instantly ran out to grab it. But he slammed into a cat, making the mouse run into the tree hole.
"I could have gotten that," The creamy tom growled, before he looked up. it awas a beautiful tabby toriseshell.
"Spottedleaf..." Fallenpaw smiled.
"Hello, young tom," she said, her voice sofly, and her scent filling Fallenpaws scent glans.
"I have to tell you something. it's a new prophecy," Said spottedleaf.
"Yes?" asked Fallenpaw.
"When night falls the Lion will roar once more," she said
"What do you mean?" The tom asked.
The she-cat just repeated the prophecy. and then she dissapred.