I don't own warriors.
Jayfeather woke up, startled in his thoughts a voice said Four shall discover three. Unite to face... the enemy.
He though about his dream. The cats in his dream were strangers, yet he knew somehow they were important. He reviewed the dream; cats were fighting; many of them and one side was losing badly. They were outnumbered; for each cat there were two opponents. Then a silver she-cat sounded a retreat; there were paws pounding, eyes glazed with terror, ripped pelts, and blood. Then a red mist had shrouded him, and he had woken up. He wondered what his dream could mean, and was frustrated to find he had no explanation.
He kneaded his claws in the ground in frustration. This was the third time he'd had the dream and it still baffled him. He sighed. He would be traveling to the Moonpool to meet the other medicine cats tomorrow; maybe he'd find something out then.
Never mind already. If I want a good nights sleep I shouldn't worry about it. Jayfeather curled up into a tight ball, tail-tip touching his nose, and fell into a deep dark sleep.