Goldenstar took Amberpool into his cave. LeafClan's leader's den had been created out of a small cave behind the Gathering-boulder, it was large enough to fit around four cats, and had a small entrance which was protected by a sparing amount of recently picked thorns stuck into the minor faults in it. The layout of the entrance protected it both from the cold and rushing intruders.

Inside the den, it was darker, as though it was nighttime. Although this problem was not as intense during daylight, when it was just a bit darker than outside. Goldenstar sat down and slowly moved his tail.
"So then, Amberpool, what is it you are saying about the fate of LeafClan?" He asked, curious.

Amberpool shifted his paws, was the orange tabby challenging him? No. He couldn't be, he was the medicine cat after all, Goldenstar had to believe him!
"I've received a message from LightClan." He meowed valiantly, waiting a few more moments before continuing, "They've told me in the form of a dream-omen that LeafClan is in danger of being destroyed by an evil force." I'm not sure what evil force, but I'll do my best to find out! He silently promised to Goldenstar and LeafClan.

Goldenstar nodded. If Amberpool's dream-omen was right, the clan could be facing imminent destruction by evil cats, badgers, foxes, or worse… DarkClan itself!
"We will not tell the Clan about this until we are more certain of what is to come. We do not want to instill fear amongst our clanmates." He meowed thoughtfully.

Amberpool nodded and dipped his head, showing himself out of the Leader's den. He padded down the snaky path that led up to the Gathering-boulder and leader's den, the cats below were sharing tongues and eating prey. They have no idea of what's going to happen. He thought darkly, but his dark thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of a cheerful cat behind him.

"Amberpool!" A young she-cat named Willowfoot padded up to him, gleaming with a squirrel in her jaws, he could scent the sheer joy in her pelt and he felt terrible for knowing something she didn't, something that kept him from feeling joy at the moment. However, he knew that if he was not careful in his response, the Clan would know something was wrong.

"Greetings, Willowfoot." he meowed with as much joy as he could possibly muster. He felt uneasy as he did so, it was as though he had begun spinning a web of lies around himself and his clanmates.