3rd Pov
Firestar was just about going to settle down and eat a nice juicy vole until Cinderpelt raced into his den, screaming her lungs out.
Firestar groaned. "What is it Cinderpelt?" He sighed exasperatedly. "There's a-a new prophecy!" She yelled.
"What is it?" Firestar frowned. Why would there be another prophecy so soon? "Uh… I kind of forgot…." Cinderpelt stammered.
"Why bother to interrupt my juicy vole dinner just to tell me that you forgot a prophecy!?" Firestar hissed.
"Uh… I don't… Er… Hehe." With that sentence, (or if you prefer, half-sentence), Cinderpelt ran out of Firestar's den as fast as she could. She walked to the medicine cat den and curdled up in her nest. If only Starclan could send her that dream just one more time…