Turbo eventually fell into a light sleep, but his dreams were haunted by darkness. Visions of exploding machines, dense forests, and bristling cats spun around in his mind. He could see that gray tabby cat - Jayfeather - staring through him with those sightless blue eyes, seeing past him and looking at something no one else could see...

Turbo's nightmares began to fade, and his eyes blurred open. Someone was shaking him awake. Mumbling sleepily, he rolled over in his nest. A shadowy gray form, outlined in silver, was standing over him, and Turbo found himself staring directly into its clear blue eyes.

Turbo leaped to his paws instantly, alarm shooting through him. He opened his mouth to utter a shriek of terror, but Jayfeather slapped his tail over Turbo's jaws. "Keep it down!" the tabby cat hissed.

Turbo steadied himself, but he was trembling from ears to tail-tip. What on Earth is he doing in here?

Spitting out the strange cat's tail, he forced himself to look into Jayfeather's staring eyes. "What are you-?"

"I need to talk to you." Jayfeather interrupted in a low voice. He angled his ears towards the sleeping forms of the FAST crew. "Alone."

Turbo swallowed hard, unable to hide his surprise. Why would one of the Clan cats want to speak with him, in the middle of the night, without the rest of the crew?

Jayfeather must have noticed Turbo's reluctance. "Come with me. I'll explain when we get out there." he whispered.

Turbo flattened his ears. The gray medicine cat creeped him out, and he wasn't sure if he could trust him. He was, after all, a complete stranger. But what choice did he have? Jayfeather's tail was kinked over his back, his blind eyes gleaming in the darkness. If I don't come with him, will he attack?

Turbo blinked, following the gray tabby tom out of the makeshift den.

I don't need any more trouble right now.

In the clearing, the moon was nearly covered by clouds. Shadows of tree branches clawed at the sky, and the grass was cold underpaw. Turbo shivered as Jayfeather led him through a tunnel at one end of the camp. He wrinkled his nose as they squeezed inside. A nasty smell hung in the air, and Turbo had to swerve to avoid stepping in a pile of cat poop. "Ugh!" he muttered. This must be the Clan version of a bathroom! "Why are we going out this way?"

Jayfeather flicked his tail. "There'll be guards posted at the entrance. We don't want any cat to catch us."

Turbo stared at the gray tabby tom. Why? Are we going to be doing something wrong? he resisted the question and followed Jayfeather into the forest outside.

Tree branches clattered in the wind, and leaves swirled around Turbo's paws. Even in darkness, he recognized this spot as the place where he and his friends had been stranded just that morning, when Skidmark's machine had blown up. Turbo flattened his ears, but before he could get lost in the bad memories, Jayfeather turned around, fixing him with a clear blue stare.

"When Brambleclaw was showing you around... he told you about medicine cats communicating with StarClan, right?"

Turbo nodded, half-remembering the Clan deputy's confusing speech about talking to dead cats.

Jayfeather took a deep breath. "We all meet in peace every quarter moon to share words with the spirits of our ancestors," he murmured. "This past moon..." he hesitated, obviously choosing his words carefully. "Bluestar - she was the leader of ThunderClan before Firestar - brought me a prophecy. She told me that 'seven unusual strangers will come forth, bringing with them the light that can save your Clan from darkness.'"

Turbo paused, staring at the gray tabby cat. It took a moment for Jayfeather's words to sink in; then the world seemed to swirl beneath his paws, and he had to dig his claws into the grass to steady himself. Realization struck Turbo like a blow.

He...

He thinks we're the 'seven unusual strangers!'