Frostfoot stretched as Warmbreeze informed her and her fellow friends that their vigil was over. She veered away from the apprentices den; he sleepy paws were carrying her there, but she had just remembered what had happened, and why she was sitting her vigil with her friends.
They all slept close together, Tantail sleeping right next to Frostfoot. Frostfoot's dreams, she knew, would be filled with thoughts of Tantail. She would love to bear his kits one day, even if it was soon. It didn't matter. The Clan needed warriors anyway, right?
Instead of her dreams being filled with Tantail, she instead saw Snowberry, Honeystar's sister. She flicked her tail-tip.
"Frostfoot, do you know of your destiny?" questioned Snowberry.
"What do you mean, Snowberry?" she asked.
"Frosty paws will lead the Clans to unity and to safety," Snowberry prophesied. "I have waited until now to tell you. I'm afraid I cannot keep the prophecy away from you any longer. Farewell, Frostfoot."
"Snowberry!" yowled Frostfoot, looking around worriedly as the frosty figure faded.
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Frostfoot had told Honeystar about the dream, and it had been a moon since then. Her eyes glittered like the chips of ice they seemed. Tantail's dark brown eyes bore into the back of her head until she turned around to face the tom.
"Tantail," she breathed.
"Don't worry about the prophecy," he purred.
"But Snowfeather has been in her den for a moon trying to decipher the prophecy!" snapped Frostfoot irritably. "And she's barely even eating."
"Honeystar's been talking with her numerous times this past moon," Whiteleg added quickly, appearing suddenly.
"Look, an inside source," purred Turtleshell, coming up beside Tantail.
Whiteleg gave Turtleshell a sour look before continuing. "Anyhow. Honeystar and Snowfeather and, well, me, are about to announce that we have deciphered it. The Clan can finally be at ease." Whiteleg flicked Turtleshell with her tail-tip before scampering away to join her former mentor and her leader.
The familiar call for a Clan meeting rang out from Honeystar's silky voice. She was beside the Cloudstream, her eyes shining with victory. "We have deciphered the prophecy, and Snowfeather and Whiteleg are positive what we have deciphered is true!"
The Clan cheered, the Star Frost's voices loudest of all.
"The 'frosty paws' mean Frostfoot!" Snowfeather mewed loudly.
Frostfoot eyes snapped open wider than any cat's eyes should.
"And 'the Clans' mean the four forest Clans," Whiteleg meowed curtly, as if the Clan should already know this.
"And it means she will unite the four Clans and lead us away from a danger," Honeystar finished.
"Except," Snowfeather interrupted, "I think there are more than four Clans, and Frostfoot is going to lead us to them." Her voice was quiet.
The Clan was silent for a moment, then broke out in nervous mutters.
"Oh, great StarClan!" Frostfoot hissed to Tantail.
--
Four Moons Later…
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Tantail stood outside the nursery at Frostfoot's side. His mother, Fernpelt, had had three healthy kits. So he had heard.
Frostfoot ducked inside, Tantail fallowing her. A warm, milky smell hit their nostrils as they entered, eyes glittering.
"Tantail! Frostfoot!" purred Fernpelt softly. "Look at your sisters, Tantail."
Tantail eyed the first kit, who was tan, blue-gray, and gray-black.
"That's Branchkit," informed Fernpelt.
The next kit was blue-gray.
"And Bluekit."
And the last was a charcoal gray.
"And Ashkit," finished Tantail.
"Those are beautiful names for beautiful kits. My sisters." Tantail nuzzled each one gently before he ducked out with his mate.
