The moon glittered above the lake; it's reflection seeming almost as bright as the moon itself. The wind shattered its way through the thick branches and leaves of trees. It was a freezing leaf-bare, and frost was gathering on the ground as the grey clouds loomed overhead. Auburn paws skirted around a tree, the last one, before making their way to the lake. The cat's breathe appeared in the air because of the cold, and her joints ached from traveling in the dead of night – alone. She was going to Moonpool; going to see StarClan. They seemed to have abandoned ThunderClan, and in the coldest leaf-bare since Hazelthorn's birth.
Her paws stiffly padded their way to the lake, and she realized if she went further she wouldn't be able to get home, and she would have to sleep in the cold. Hazelthorn lifted her head, gazing at the sky, though she could see no stars as the clouds blocked them.
'Oh, StarClan…" She called helplessly, "Where are you?"
"We are with you, Hazelthorn. We have always been." A voice called behind her. The medicine cat turned her head towards the voice so quick, pain shot through her neck.
"Firestar?" Hazelthorn questioned hopefully, "But if you are with us, why have I heard nothing from you?"
"We have been waiting until you came to us." Firestar meowed simply, as if it was obvious. Hazelthorn blinked in confusion, but before she could say anything, the StarClanner interrupted her.
"We have a prophecy for you, Hazelthorn."
"What? Now?" She questioned. He nodded, then spoke with a new voice.
"Beware of a shadow you can not see, for light is unable to defeat it, only two can save the clans, but only if they become one."
Hazelthorn stared, a dull confused look in her eyes.
"Firestar, what does that mean?" She shouted, watching him fade into the air. The last she voice she heard repeated, "Beware of a shadow you can not see, for light is unable to defeat it, only two can save the clans, but only if they become one."
Then it was quiet.