Ravenwing looked at the mouse. It was only a tail-length away from her, and the stupid thing still didn't notice her. She slowly moved all her weight into her haunches, so as not to leave an impact on the grassy forest floor. Ravenwing prepared herself and pounced, swiftly biting it's neck.

After saying a prayer to StarClan, she headed towards a tree stump where she agreed to meet her clan-mates. Tigertail and Ratclaw should've been here by now, It doesn't usually take long for them to catch prey, the she-cat thought. After waiting for what seemed like moons, Tigertail and Ratclaw appeared from the brush. Only Ratclaw caught something, and that isn't even enough to feed a kit! Ravenwing sadly thought. The rabbit was an earthy brown, and it seemed to be a baby. "Are you sure you two couldn't find anything else? Sure there was a storm, but we have to find something!" she mewed. "Sorry for not finding enough food for you Ravenkit." Tigertail snapped. The two cats made their way towards SunClan's camp. Ravenwing watched them leave before picking up her mouse. Who put thorns in his nest? She thought to herself.

The cold wind blew throughout the camp. It was getting close to leaf-bare, and Ravenwing hated it. She wasn't built for snow, as her short ginger tabby fur simply wasn't as long or fluffy as her clanmate Nightsky. She padded over to the freshkill pile and dropped her mouse on it. As hungry as she was, she would let her clanmates eat first, especially the apprentices. She then bounded over to the warriors den; a large hole with a log covering the top. While it didn't seem very roomy, it was in fact perfect for many cats to fit in. She walked over to her nest and got comfortable. This would be a well-deserved rest.

Ravenwing's eyes fluttered open. The small she-cat looked around. She was in a starry landscape, beautiful trees were everywhere. "Ravenwing!" a black elderly cat yelled. He was a tall black tom with an amber eye; half of his facial fur was burned off from a fire. "Boulderdash, why am I here?" Ravenwing asked, with a hint of curiosity in her voice. The elderly tom walked up to her, both touching noses in respect. "I know the clans are going through a lot at the moment, but I must tell you of a prophecy," he mewed, his eye darkening. "When a warrior takes over the two clans, a cat must make the ultimate sacrifice to restore things to order." The tom began to fade. "Wait! What does it mean?" she questioned. Suddenly she woke up. Littlepaw was stepping on her tail! "Littlepaw, don't tread on my tail!" she softly hissed. "I'm sorry Ravenwing; it's just that you promised to show me the moonstone today, like all of the mentors do, and you were sleeping…'' he mewed. Ravenwing could hear guilt in his voice. "Well," the she-cat yawned "As soon as the hunting patrol comes back, we'll go."

"Really?" the gray apprentice's eyes lit up quickly. "Yes, just let me talk to Snaketail before we go." The she-cat mewed. Padding out of her den, she swiftly walked over to her friend. Snaketail looked up from her, as she was looking over what herbs she had left. "I…need to talk to you in your den," the warrior said to the medicine cat. "I got a prophecy from Boulderdash."