"NO!" Eaglebreeze cried, pressing her paws over her head. "No, no, no! Falconwing!"

Her very own mate, father to only five kits, lay dead on the border.

"Freddy." She looked up to see a strange creature. "Look at her… the poor thing…" the creature's voice was feminine.

"So what?" Snorted Freddy, rolling his eyes. "She's weak. He's weak, and that's why he's dead."

"Freddy, what the fuck!? This is so not you, honey!"

"Chica, shut up! I honestly could care less about what you think!"

Chica looked very upset, and tears were building up in her eyes. "Freddy, the-the prophecy… you can't possibly have forgotten about it?" she suddenly asked, looking up at him with wide violet eyes. Freddy huffed. "What prophecy?" He asked, turning and walking away.

Chica sat down next to Eaglebreeze. "Hello, there, little kitty," she whispered, running a wing over the tabby she-cat in an attempt to soothe her. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. It was part of a nightmare that I was having. Poor kitty, is this your nightmare?"

Eaglebreeze began to purr, but looked up at Chica with wide eyes. "You mean… it's just a dream? Falconwing isn't dead?"

"No, of course not, honey." Chica said, smiling.

"You… said something about a prophecy?" asked Eaglebreeze, moving to sit on Chica's lap.

"Oh, yeah!"

And suddenly Chica's eyes started glowing white.

"Prepare yourself

For the queens will bow down

A gory demise

And the loss of a crown

The cats will lose hope

Thunder and River alike

Shadow and Wind will forget themselves

Until the final strike

The ponies of Equestria

Will take life for granted

The alicorns will lose their rule

When the seeds of doubt are planted

The pizzeria will close down

And animatronics will flee

Only four can save us all

To that, we guarantee

So prepare, prepare

For the stars are choosing their hero

The chances of others surviving

Are getting closer to zero."

Chica shook her head. "Everyone at my place knows the prophecy. We're currently working on building a new animatronic suit and finding a soul for it." She smiled sadly.

"What do you mean, finding a soul?" Eaglebreeze pressed, nosing Chica's bib slightly, tail twitching.

"It's a long story. Now, I think it's time for you to wake, little cat. I think you'll find that this 'Falconwing' is perfectly fine."

"Thank you….. Ummm.."

"Chica."

"Thank you, Chica. May StarClan light your path…"

Eaglebreeze opened her eyes, looking around. Her five kits lay at her stomach, nosing to find warmth. Oh, thank StarClan, she thought, closing her eyes again.

"Eaglebreeze?"

Falconwing! Chica had been right! Eaglebreeze stood up, her kits tumbling off of her, and ran over to touch noses with her mate.

"Great StarClan, Eaglebreeze, with how you're acting right now, one could assume that you thought that I was dead!"

Too close to the truth, Falconwing. "Uhh… yeah! Let's go get some fresh-kill now! I'm hungry!" exclaimed Eaglebreeze, walking towards the fresh-kill pile. Mousedung, that was close! She grabbed a fat-looking mouse and sat down to eat it. Suddenly, Stormstar called a Clan meeting. Eaglebreeze headed over to the Highrock with her mouse, and sat down in front of the Highrock.

"Cats of ThunderClan," Stormstar began, "Mossflower has received a prophecy. Mossflower, would you mind telling us your prophecy?"

The medicine cat of ThunderClan jumped up onto the Highrock. "Me, Sprucecloud and Heatherpaw have talked the prophecy over, and we believe we know what it means. However, first we must recite it to you."

Heatherpaw was the one to recite the prophecy.

It was the same one as in Eaglebreeze's dream.