Roseheart blinked her eyes open and let out a yawn. She stretched out her back before sitting up and looking around. Wait- this wasn't the nursery!

Roseheart got to her paws and desperately looked around for her newborn kits. They were only hours old, they needed her, they-

"Roseheart," a voice said.

Roseheart looked up, her eyes wide and desperate. She saw a large gray-blue she-cat with bright, blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Roseheart asked softly, her voice shaking with fear. "Where am I?"

"I'm Mistystar, and you're in StarClan," the cat said evenly.

"StarClan?" Roseheart cried.

"No!" Mistystar purred. "You're just visiting!"

Roseheart visibly relaxed and sat down, taking a deep, shaky breath. After a moment, she looked up at Mistystar. "Why am I… visiting?"

"Oh, Roseheart," Mistystar sighed. "We have a message for you."

Mistystar lifted her head and turned her eyes toward the sky. After a moment, her eyes turned glassy and rolled back in her head. When she spoke, it sounded as if many cats were speaking along with her. "Their fate will be determined in the coming storm." Mistystar blinked, and her eyes were back to normal. She gazed past Roseheart, a solemn look on her face.

Roseheart followed Mistystar's gaze. Where there had previously been a swath of soft grass, there was a wide open space. Roseheart could see down, far down to the lake where she lived. She recognized RiverClan's territory and the island where they held gatherings. She recognized the pine forest where ShadowClan lived and the moors of WindClan. She even saw, for the first time, the thick forest that must belong to SkyClan and ThunderClan. She wondered briefly where each camp was, and what life was like across the lake. She blinked in amazement.

"What are you telling me?" Roseheart asked, looking back to Mistystar.

"Embrace the stormy weather," Mistystar said. The large she-cat nodded respectfully to Roseheart before turning and walking back towards the treeline. Roseheart watched the retreating she-cat fade.

Roseheart looked back towards the lake, but it was gone, and so was the forest around her. Suddenly Roseheart felt as if she was falling. She clawed at the empty air around her, and woke trashing in her nest. Her kits squealed in protest at being woken.

Roseheart curled around her two kits and licked their fur smooth. When they had drifted back to sleep, Roseheart tucked them into the moss and rose from her nest. She nosed at their fur and turned, squeezing out from under the bramble bush.

She crossed the clearing and slipped under the thorn bush.

"Cherryshade?" Roseheart called softly. "Cherryshade, I need you."

Roseheart moved deeper into the den, past the empty nests. "Cherryshade!"

"What?" a voice called from the darkness. There was some rustling and a cat came into the moonlight. "What's wrong?"

"Cherryshade, I had a dream."

"Roseheart," Cherryshade sighed. "I know we're sisters, but you don't have to tell me about every dream you have."

"No, Cherryshade, I had a dream. A StarClan dream."

"StarClan?" Cherryshade repeated, more awake now.

"Yes, I…" Roseheart trailed off, looking to her sister with fear in her eyes.

"Tell me about it, please, it's important." Cherryshade insisted.

"I was… In a clearing, in a forest. And a blue cat came up to me and told me her name was Mistystar. She said I was visiting StarClan and that she had a message for me-"

"A message?" Cherryshade interrupted. "What did she tell you, exactly? Her exact words!"

"She said… She said 'their fate will be determined in the coming storm.' And when I asked what she meant, she said 'embrace the stormy weather.'"

"Stormy," Cherryshade repeated.

"I know," Roseheart whimpered. "It's about Stormykit, isn't it?"

Cherryshade didn't respond, but Roseheart could see it in her face. She was interpreting it the same way Roseheart was.

"What am I supposed to do?" Roseheart asked.

Cherryshade sighed and shook her head. "Well, first we must tell Fuzzystar…"

"Tell Fuzzystar what? That my son is the subject of a prophecy? Oh, Puddlefoot! What do I tell Puddlefoot!" Roseheart wailed.

"Shh, shh," Cherryshade soothed, wrapping her tail around her sister. "It'll be okay. Stormykit will be okay. We'll tell Fuzzystar about the dream, and see what she thinks. Maybe she's had a dream, maybe she knows something we don't."

"But if it's not Stormykit, then why me? Why would StarClan come to me?"

Cherryshade slowly shook her head. "Let's… Let's get you back to your nest." she said instead.

The two she-cats walked together back to the nursery, Roseheart slipping in ahead of Cherryshade.

"Stormykit?" Roseheart called softly, looking down into her nest. "Stormykit," she repeated, sounding scared and desperate.

Cherryshade pushed past her sister and thrusted her head close to Stormykit, listening for the sounds of breath. She pressed her ear to his tiny chest, and heard only the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears. She straightened up and turned back to Roseheart.

"No," Roseheart whimpered. "No, no!"