Millie listened for any signs of intruders as she paced around her post. She had been on guard for the night, and was waiting for Graystripe to come to take his turn. It was already dawn, so where could he be?

Suddenly, a twig snapped below a paw and Thornclaw, Sandstorm, Cherrypaw and Graystripe appeared from a bush just in front of the camp entrance. Millie sat down and narrowed her eyes at the patrol, mainly looking at Graystripe. "Where have you been, Graystripe? I have been waiting for you to come take my place at guard since before dawn! You were supposed to take my place moons ago!"

Graystripe padded over to his mate and flicked his tail for her to stand up. "Sorry, but I was assigned for a dawn border patrol last night after you went for guard post."

"But you knew that it was your turn for guard post! What type of example are you for our kits?" Millie hissed.

Thornclaw stepped in. "Enough. It was Bramblestar who asked Graystripe to come on a patrol, but Millie is right. You should have told Bramblestar you were going to take turn on guard this morning."

Graystripe opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and dipped his head at the senior warrior. "I guess you're right, Thornclaw. I'm sorry Millie. I guess I was thinking about other things at the time."

"You better be sorry," Millie snorted, then padded back into the camp.

The Clan was up now, and cats were already coming in with prey for the fresh-kill pile. Millie could see Bramblestar basking in the early sun already, Squirrelflight grooming his pelt. The ginger she-cat already had a belly full of kits, and Jayfeather had predicted she would have a very rare amount of kits: five. Good news was all around the camp. The Dark Forest had been defeated, and the time of prophecies had finished. Millie twitched her whiskers before padding over to where Cinderheart lay in front of the nursery, ready to have kits any day now. She and Lionblaze had given the good news to the Clan just two moons ago, just before Hazeltail had given birth to Thornclaw's kit. The Clan was growing.

But soon Millie felt regret rise through her chest. Her kits were growing up too. Blossomfall was already going to have kits herself, Toadstep's kits, and Briarlight was in training to become a medicine cat. Then she thought of Bumblestripe. He was going to become a father to Dovewing's kits. The news hadn't gotten out to the Clan yet; Bumblestripe had only shared it with his family.

"Millie!" a voice broke through Millie's thoughts as the meow of Cloudtail come from behind her.

The gray tabby she-cat whispered around to see the white tom bounding up to her. He had a mouse in his jaws, a nice plump one. "Hello, Cloudtail. Who's going to have that mouse?" Millie asked as he came right up to her.

Cloudtail dropped the mouse and pushed it up to Millie's paws. "It's for you. I thought you might be hungry after guard last night."

Millie shook her tabby head and pushed the mouse back to Cloudtail. "No, just give it to the elders. Purdy is probably hungry enough for a mouse, and Dustpelt might want some of that tail."

Cloudtail nodded and padded away to the elder's den. Ever since the battle with the Dark Forest, Dustpelt had been missing prey on hunts, not hearing when cats called to him. Bramblestar had told him that if he can't hear or scent things, he can't hunt or protect a border. Dustpelt hadn't argued; he just moved on to the elders den. It was sad. He had just lost his mate, Ferncloud, during the Dark Forest battle. He was still sad, along with their sons Spiderfoot, Foxleap, Birchfall and their daughter, Icecloud. The Dark Forest Battle had brought devastation with it. It had also killed the previous leader, Firestar, when he was attacked by the leader of the Dark Forest, who was dead as well. Dead in his physical self, that is, not in the minds of all.

Millie just sighed and padded over to the warriors den, where she slipped inside and collapsed into her nest. She curled up and drifted off to sleep faster than a mouse could run...

Millie padded through a forest, but she didn't recognize anything. Where am I? she wondered. This isn't ThunderClan, so is it ShadowClan? She kept walking until she stopped at a stream. She bent down to drink, only to realize the river was shallow enough to cross. She got up and put a paw into the water. It was warm, so she put all her paws in and padded through.

On the other side of the stream, Millie shook the water from her paws and pelt, then walked into the other side of the forest. Just as she was about to jump over a log, she heard a voice. "She has to have a warrior name in order to finish the prophecy!" a scratchy voice came from the other side of the log. Millie bent down and unsheathed her claws just in case they knew she was there.

Then another voice spoke. "She doesn't even know the prophecy, so how does she know she had to change her name? You heard her when she first arrived. She said that she didn't want a warrior name, and that it didn't matter whether she had one or not."

Millie realized who they were talking about. They were talking about her. What prophecy? she thought. But she kept on listening.

The first voice spoke again. "Someone has to go into Millie's dreams, and tell her what she must do to finish what was made, what we began. She has to be told! And I am ready to take it to her."

"Very well. But you must wait until tomorrow night, for she is watching us now." The second voice came closer as it spoke, and darkness began to fade the scenery around her.

Millie lifted her head and looked around the warriors den. No cats lay in their nests, and the air was cold, which made Millie shiver. The sunlight filtering through the entrance to the den suggested it was probably about sunhigh. The gray tabby she-cat got out of her nest and padded outside of the den. Bramblestar was in the middle of the clearing, pointing his paw at cats and telling them orders for patrols. Squirrelflight was sitting next to him, telling her mate somethings about where they should send patrols.

The tabby she-cat padded over to where Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, Berrynose, Whitewing, Ivypool and Lionblaze stood, talking about sending out another patrol. As she came up to them, Bramblestar flicked his tail at her. "Millie, good to see you up now. I need you to go on a hunting patrol with Berrynose, Ivypool and Lionblaze. We need some more fresh-kill for the Clan. The earlier patrols weren't able to find much, so we need to start sending more cats on hunting patrols."

Millie nodded to her leader, then followed Lionblaze, Ivypool and Berrynose through the camp entrance and into the forest.