The silver tabby sat perfectly still as the new leader paced the earth in front of her. "I don't know what it means!" She insisted, anxiously watching to make sure he did not disturb her herbs.
"I know!" Breezestar snapped, then took a breath to relax himself. "I know," He repeated, this time in a much softer voice. "Mistystorm, I know that you will do what is best for the clan, and I know I can trust you," Mistystorm's gaze narrowed as he said this, her tail twitching slightly in anticipation. "Do you think it means ... has ANYTHING to do with these apprentices? With.. my daughter and her friends."
Mistystorm hesitated, wondering if it was worth mentioning that Breezestar did in fact have a son, too. But no; perhaps it was irrelevant to him. It was not her trouble. "'Dark times are coming. You will know the time by the coming of the black clouds' ... yes, I suppose it could," the silver she cat repeated the prophecy slowly, letting it sink deep into her mind. "Barely a half-moon as leader, and already you have a prophecy to work out."
The black tom sat down, shuffling his white paws restlessly. "if the 'Black Clouds' part refers to Blackpaw and Cloudpaw ... then surely, the 'Dark times' must be Darkpaw?" he muttered to himself, brushing the medicine cat's comment aside.
"It could..." Mistystorm agreed uncertainly, dabbing at a comfrey leaf uncomfortably. "but, we shouldn't jump to conclusions-"
"So they must be kept apart! We must keep an eye on Darkpaw, make sure he can't do ... anything." Breezestar leapt to his paws again and was out of the medicine den before the gentle she cat could offer her own warnings.