P r o l o g u e

A cold breeze ruffled the fur on the she-cats neck, making her tremble. It had been a long day of treating sick cats and hustling around the camp. One kit with a bad case of Greencough had finally settled down and was sleeping somewhat soundly. The den was filled with sick cats from Greencough to a stomach ache.

So many times she drifted off to sleep and woke up abruptly, and finally she new she must get some rest if she were to do her job right tomorrow. So the she-cat settled down in her mossy nest and closed her eyes. Instantly, sleep came, a dream came to her. In the dream, she saw DawnClan, her Clan, suffering from sickness and wounds seeming to be beyond repair. Cats were walking around looking half starved. Kits in the nursery were huddling around their mothers for warmth. Then a burst of light filled the frozen camp and warmed everything. Kits started to peek out from underneath their mothers and warriors started bringing in enough fresh kill to feed the whole of LionClan. But what really caught her eye was an unfamiliar cat standing in the middle of the camp, their pelt so white it stung her eyes. Who was this cat? The Medicine Cat thought. But before she could take a closer look, a bright light blurred her vision and making her squint. As the light dimmed, she could see a cat walking toward her. Rainspots! Rainspots was a beautiful tortishell with Russian blue spots on her back. She was the Medicine cat before her. "Rainspots!" she called running up to the previous Medicine cat. "What-" before she could continue, Rainspots spoke. "Listen carefully Dewpool." She spoke calmly but Dewpool could tell she was excited. "I have a prophecy for you and you must do what it tells you if you want to save your Clan." She paused and Dewpool twitched her ear in anticipation. "Snow will come, so very bright, listen to her and all will be right." Dewpool listened so intently it took her a while to come back from her thoughts. Then she spoke "Snow will come… and all will be right?" Rainspots nodded. "All will be right… All will be right…" she continued to say it in her head over and over. "But Rainspots how will Snow-" but when she looked up Rainspots had vanished. How could Snow make everything alright? And who was this mysterious she-cat we were supposed to listen to? Dewpool could think of no answers to her many questions. Again she repeated the confusing prophecy: Snow will come, so very bright, listen to her and all will be right.