Prologue

One starry night, Jayfeather sat outside the nursery. He had just finished delivering Whitefall's kits. Three healthy kits, all female. Bramblesar came over to Jayfeather.

"How's Whiefall and her kits?" he asked as he came closer to the medicine cat.

"The mother is fine, just as well are the three kits."

"Three?"

"Yes, Bramblestar, three kits. They are all healthy, young she-cats."

"That's great news. They'll be amazing warriors." the leader purred.

"Or medicine cat." the tom snorted as he started to get up.

"Well I guess your right. You'll want to choose an apprentice soon."

'That's right. I'm not that old but I have a lot to teach." the blind tom finished getting up and started to head towards his den.

"Wait a moment, Jayfeather, will you." At his leader's word, Jayfeather stopped and turned around to face Bramblestar.

"Yes, Bramblesar."

"Has Starclan spoken to you?" The leader asked quietly as he made his way towards the medicine cat.

"No. Not recently, Bramblesar." the tom mewed, amused.

"Oh. I see."

"Is something troubling you?"

"More like someone."

"Sandstorm at it again?"

"She misses him..."

"We all do, but none could have kept the clan on it's paws like you have. Firestar made the right decision to make you his deputy."

"If you say so Jayfeather. But Sandstorm wishes to see him just once more."

"She must search for him in her dreams. That's the only thing she could do. If he hasn't shown himself to her yet than I don't know what could be going on with them. He's probably still mourning Spottedleaf as well as everyone else."

"Your right, Jayfeather."

All of the sudden, the medicine cat's fur stood on end as he stared at the sky. Bramblesar stood quietly as he watched and waited for the medicine cat. Moments later the tom's fur relaxed and he looked at Bramblesar.

"Beware the stranger, cold ice and any with a shattered mind. The one with a heart of an angel will win the battle to come. Singing from the willows will warn the clan. Mist of the daisy will disappear and return with great news. They will rise from the ashes and continue a legacy that the fire begun." he mewed, hoarsely.

"What in the name of Starclan does that mean?"

"I do not know. Only time will tell." Jayfeather answered carefully.

"Well you must have some idea!"

"Why do you say that? It took me and my kin moons to figure out the last prophecy. Besides that we were wrong for half the time and only got bits and pieces as time went on. Perhaps Starclan will choose to share more with one of us, but until then, think about what I have told you just as I will and we will try to figure it's meaning. Until we do, refrain from telling anyone. Do you understand, Bramblestar?"

"Understood. We should get some rest now." Jayfeather nodded and went to his den to spend the night pondering the prophecy.