When Jayfeather reached Firestar's den, he poked his head in. From what he could tell from his leader's steady breathing, he was sleeping.
Jayfeather walked in cautiously, as not to wake Firestar. Jayfeather laid the herbs he had brought next to Firestar's mossy bedding.
Jayfeather sighed and turned to leave, but suddenly Firestar's breath became jerky and uneven.
Jayfeather spun around. What's he dreaming about? He wondered.
Maybe if he could see, he could help him. Jayfeather crouched down beside Firestar, their pelts brushing together. Jayfeather closed his eyes, and after time, his breathing slowed.
Suddenly, vast sparkling trees and undergrowth surrounded Jayfeather. Firestar stood a few tail-lengths away; his ears pricked forward eagerly, his eyes glittering with worry.
"Spottedleaf?" he called. "Bluestar? Yellowfang?"
Jayfeather wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't want to be seen. He dove behind a bramble bush, out of sight.
Suddenly a shining tortoiseshell emerged from the trees and purred, "Do not worry, Firestar. I am here."
Behind her, Bluestar, Yellowfang, and Whitestorm appeared.
Whitestorm turned his gaze and stared fixedly at him for several moments, and he silently begged Whitestorm not to give his location away. Whitestorm didn't though, and Jayfeather breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Bluestar's eyes flashed, "Firestar, we have a prophecy that must be told."
Yellowfang stepped forward and spoke clearly,
"White Ashes will save Thunder and River from meeting tooth and claw,
But a price will have to be paid."
What do you think? Think you've figured out that prophecy?