I'm trying to make up for being sick! I'm going to post this and one other on friday! Anyway it's been awhile since i posted a chapter for this. I haven't been updating on time because i had been sick. And i had an algebra exam the week before i got sick.

Blizzard was in the library with Lynx, again. The two friends loved the library. Lynx had scrolls scattered around her, but a blank one in front of her with her writing on it, her claws now stained black. Blizzard was reading a scroll. One about Darkstalker. Lynx suddenly made an annoyed sound and buried her face in her talons.

"What's wrong?" Blizzard asked his friend. Lynx looked up at him.

"I had a weird dream, I didn't wake up no matter how hard Sloth tried to wake me. I think it was a just having trouble deciphering it." She said. Blizzard scrunched his face.

"Tell me about it." Lynx looked at him, fear glistening in her eyes.

"Okay… there was darkness, then laughter. I heard you scream and i turned to see you being dragged away by chains, the chains were attached to you by silver bracelets. Laughter began. I saw a shadow and i felt chains and everything went dark." Lynx sped up while she was speaking and stopped suddenly. Blizzard looked her in the eye. She had frozen, her eyes began to glaze over and stared out into the distance. She collapsed. Blizzard jumped up but froze when he heard her voice.

"Beware the winter storm,

They will come the darkest night,

To claim what their queen desires,

To claim someone else's powers,

But for now they are hidden,

Using gifts of the forbidden,

Chains that were once lost…" She didn't finnish. But Blizzard finished for her.

"Are now being used for the queen's cause." Blizzard shook his head and quickly wrote what they both had said. Lynx sat up and shook her head.

"Well, that was ominus." She hissed. Blizzard nodded his agreement.

They had decided not to tell Professor Moonwatcher. Blizzard came to the conclusion that the chains in Lynx's dream was connected to the prophecy. Lynx had agreed. Blizzard stood and collected the scrolls they had scattered around.

"You guys done for the day?" Professor Starflight asked them.

"Yes, but… do you have any Icewing history scrolls?" Blizzard asked as he dumped the scrolls in the return box. Starflight thought a minute. Then nodded. "I think there's a bunch on shelf 4 row b column 8." Blizzard said his thanks before dashing back to Lynx, who was in the back of the library reading about Nightwing history.

"There's Icewing history scrolls. I'm going to go look at them." He said quickly before dashing off again. Lynx nodded, not listening. Blizzard skidded to a stop in front of shelf four. For once he was glad for his height. Row B was just in his sight. He walked down the line of cube shelves that held stacks upon stacks of scrolls. He stopped as he got to Column 8. There were two scrolls in the shelf. He snatched them both, reading the Authors and the Title. He hissed to himself as he saw one of them was an old nightwing one, which isn't reliable. But the other one…. It was old. It had been written by an icewing. Blizzard Dashed over to Lynx again and showed her the scrolls.

"Wow! This is great. Let me have the Icewing one. I have more time on my talons but you? Don't you have to join Clays hunting party? Didn't that mudwing in your winglet sight up you and your Clawmates?" She asked. Blizzard froze.

"Yes your right got to go Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeee!" he called as he dashed out of the cave. Blizzard slipped as he tried to hold in a laugh at Lynx's thoughts.

Idiot. But a funny one. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! EMBRACE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY! YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE! Her mind echoed. He smiled to himself as he walked down the hall to the prey center.

there you go. a horribly made prophecy!