"How did you do that?" Blueclaw asked Goldenpaw. "Do what?" Goldenpaw asked. "Your eyes became the shiniest golden I have ever seen, and you summoned a patrol of Starclan cats to fight by your side!" Blueclaw told Goldenpaw. "What? I really did that?" Goldenpaw asked Blueclaw. "Yep." Blueclaw answered.
As they walked back, Blueclaw tested Goldenpaw's hearing and smelling skills. "We should tell Silverstar about what you did earlier." Blueclaw suggested. "Fine." Goldenpaw agreed.
They had finally reached camp when the sun had begun to set. "Hello Blueclaw. Has Goldenpaw learned about the territory?" Silverstar asked Blueclaw. "He learned almost nothing. But he did something that not even a leader could do, he summoned StarClan cats to fight with him when we were attacked!" Blueclaw told Silverstar, and a group of cats came to hear the story. "A patrol of ShadowClan cats jumped at us out of nowhere! Then, Goldenpaw started his music player and then a patrol of StarClan cats appeared out of nowhere and fought with Goldenpaw!" Blueclaw told Silverstar. "Is that true?" An apprentice in the group of cats asked Goldenpaw. "I guess..." Goldenpaw told the apprentice. "Amazing!" The apprentice said.
Soon, news of what Goldenpaw did spread through camp. "You are amazing!" A warrior told Goldenpaw. "Goldenpaw, can I speak with you?" The medicine cat, Brownheart, asked Goldenpaw. "Yeah?" Goldenpaw asked Brownheart. "I heard a prophecy last night. Light and Dark will fight and only golden music can ease their rage. Do you think you know what it means?" Brownheart asked Goldenpaw. "How are you even a medicine cat? Light is ThunderClan and Dark is ShadowClan. Golden is me and Music is my music player. Its so obvious!" Goldenpaw told Brownheart. "What? You are part of a prophecy? That doesn't make sense, you only have been here for a short while!" Brownheart said. "Are you gonna listen to a professional, or yourself?" Goldenpaw asked Brownheart. "Okay, maybe your right..." Brownheart admitted. "Of course I am!" Goldenpaw told Brownheart.
Later that day Goldenpaw was in the apprentices den, listening to his music player. "Hello, Goldenpaw." An apprentice greeted Goldenpaw. "Yeah?" Goldenpaw asked. "I'm Treepaw, and I used to be a twoleg, too." The apprentice told Goldenpaw.
