Hello, everyone, and welcome to Dawn Sun!

I apologize for the short prologue, but here we go!

Enjoy!

. . .

Riverwhisper walked into the camp, his head ducked down as he carried his herbs. He laid the bundle down beside the storage shelf where he kept the rest of his supply. The breeze that filtered through the vines hanging on the back wall ruffled his fur but also chilled him. The leaves on the ground began to lift, spiraling, as the wind carried them higher and higher. The medicine cat's eyes glazed over as he was plunged into a vision.

Wind swirled around the medicine cat. He was by a vast body of water, the smell of salt flowing into his nose. He sneezed, creeping closer to the water.

Then he realized.

This was the ocean.

The ocean was very far away from the Clans' homes. He'd heard tales about the island they all lived on, and how it came to be. He had always wondered if this place was real or not.

He squinted, spotting a huge gray cloud blotting out part of the horizon. The cloud grew larger and faster, whirling right towards him. Lightning flashed, thunder cracked, and waves crashed onto the shore. One arched right over his head, slamming down on him.

The tom was plunged into darkness. Voices echoed around him as he swam through the pitch black, all seeming to repeat the same thing.

"The bird is bringing in a storm. Wind will rise, but cat will rise higher. Step carefully."

Riverwhisper looked around, hoping to spot who was talking.

"Hello?" he called. There was no answer, only darkness. He felt himself falling, falling. . .

Thump.

Riverwhisper jolted awake, fighting to catch his breath. He stumbled to his paws, gasping as his vision swam, the den spinning around him before settling. He rubbed his ear with his paw, a headache setting in. The medicine cat moaned, laying back down in his soft nest, sighing.

The sun was already slanting through the cracks of the ceiling. Silversprout barged in, muttering under his breath.

"Riverwhisper! Wake up!" he snapped, leaning into Riverwhisper's face. His sour breath washed over him, causing the younger cat's nose to wrinkle up. The old cat turned, huffing, as he began to pad off.

"Silversprout! Wait!" Riverwhisper called. Silversprout stopped in his tracks, turning around.

"Yes, Riverwhisper? Make it quick, I have kits to tend to," he meowed exasperatedly, turning around.

"I-" Riverwhisper paused, taking a breath. "I had a vision last night."

"Oh? Spit it out, then," the silver tom grumbled.

Riverwhisper swallowed back a growl. "I was awake for the first half. The wind was blowing through the back wall, and the leaves on the ground began to float in the wind," he started, gesturing.

"After that, I blacked out. I woke up at a vast lake. I think it was the ocean that's been told in our legends." Silversprout's gaze sharpened with interest, and he leaned in.

"I saw a huge black stormcloud coming towards me. It made the water start to crash harder, and a wave slammed right on my head. It went dark, and I heard voices repeating what sounded like a prophecy. They said 'The bird is bringing in a storm. Wind will rise, but cat will rise higher. Step carefully'.

Silversprout narrowed his eyes. "Are you completely sure that this meant something?" he asked.

Riverwhisper rolled his eyes at the old cat.

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied. Silversprout was always one to doubt everything that he heard. He could see something happening right in front of him and still disbelieve it. He remembered how long it took for him to truly believe that Moonsong and Sunshadow were the cats destined to save the Clans from the bird, whatever it was, even though he had seen and heard the prophecy for himself.

Silversprout sat down, folding his paws underneath him.

"I'm guessing that the storm symbolizes something other than a storm. The waves might resemble a cat, though I'm not sure who it is if it represents someone at all. As for the bird, who most likely represents a cat who looks, acts, or has a name related to a bird, is getting more and more dangerous. We'll have to be on the lookout."

Riverwhisper nodded as Silversprout stood, padding away. He laid his head on his paws, thoughts jumbled in his mind. He took a deep breath, calming himself.

I need to reunite Moonsong and Sunshadow. They're the only ones that are capable of saving us.