Bladestripe climbed the last hill to the Moonpool to find the other medicine cats waiting for him. "Clovertail, Webpool, Silverwing," he greeted them all in turn. They nodded in reply.
"Where is your apprentice?" Webpool finally said. "Is their trouble in WindClan?"
Bladestripe dipped his head. "I will not lie to you. Ratpaw has stayed behind due to a sick kit."
Clovertail smiled. "ThunderClan will be happy to give herbs. We have more than enough."
"Thank you for your generous offer, but we are doing fine," Bladestipe retorted.
Silverwing let out a sigh. "We are wasting moonlight," she complained, padding towards the Moonpool. "We need to share tounges with StarClan."
The other medicine cats nodded in agreement and joined Silverwing by the pool. In unison, they dipped their noses in the pool and drifted to sleep.
Bladestripe opened his eyes, and looked around StarClan. To his surprise, he saw the other three medicine cats next to him. He met Clovertail's gaze, puzzled. His dreams were usually his own.
"Greetings, medicine cats."
All four cats whirled around to see the cat who spoke. Before them stood a black she-cat with a horrible, lighning-shaped scar over her left eye. She pelt sparkled with stars.
"My name is Lighningstreak. I was born Nightkit but received my lighning scar and new name when badgers raided ThunderClan." Clovertail gasped. She knew the story of the badgers.
"I have a prophecy for you," Lighningstreak continued. "It is far to great for only one cat." The she-cat leaned closer. "Fire, water, earth and air. When joined together, they can defeat the greatest army." With that, the she-cat began to fade, until there was nothing but stars in her place.
Bladestripe awoke with a start. He looked over at the other medicine cats, who were already awake. The sun peeked over the horizon.
Silverwing paced around the Moonpool. "Fire, water, earth and air," she mumbled. "What does it mean?"