Chickenfeet hurried forward, glancing up at the night sky. She was going to the Moontree, as it was the half-moon. As she jogged down the worn path, the PogClan medicine cat spotted Grayleaf and Willowsky already there, waiting for her under the brightly glowing tree.
They nodded at each other. Chickenfeet shifted impatiently as the three medicine cats exchanged pleasantries, letting out a sigh of relief when they turned toward the tree. Chickenfeet crouched and touched her nose to one of the knobs on the tree's trunk, and instantly fell asleep.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't around the Moontree anymore. She was in a grassy field, dim dusk light seemingly coming from everywhere. A starry-furred cat sat in front of Chickenfeet.
"Berry!" the golden she-cat cried happily, brushing against her brother, who had died helping PogClan with a fox problem. Berry purred, but his eyes were serious.
"It's good to see you, Chickenfeet, but I can't stay long," he said. "I have a message from StarClan."
Chickenfeet backed away, eyes widening. She just nodded. Berry flicked an ear, and a image of three sharp stones flashed through her mind.
"Beware the three points," Berry mewed. "He will bring devastation to the Clans."
Chickenfeet blinked. Three points? What did that mean? But before she could ask, Berry started to fade.
"Wait!" Chickenfeet yowled, and her brother smiled once more as he disappeared. Chickenfeet's eyes closed in another blink, and when she opened them, it was nearing dawn around the Moontree. Grayleaf and Willowsky were waking up beside her.
Chickenfeet looked around. Her mind was whirling as she thought of Berry's message. Three points, she thought, walking to the edge of the hollow, ignoring Grayleaf's mew in the background. The sky was a dark orange, almost brown.
There's only one cat Berry could mean.