Hey everyone. Thanks for the reviews and suggestions :)

This might seem a little random, but I was wondering, which ThunderClan cat do you dislike the most? I mean, is there just one cat that annoys you?

Sorry for that tidbit of randomness; here's the next chapter :)

Disclaimer: May StarClan grant me the right to Warriors?

Chapter 4: Bad Things

Frondpaw awoke to the sound of Firestar's voice. The leader's voice, weaker than it had been last year, wound its way through the medicine cat's den and down the ears of the apprentice.

She woke with a start, panting, and her throat sore as if she had been talking all night instead of sleeping. But I was talking all night. With my guardian!

The starry cat's words echoed in the apprentice's head. Tell him you know about the message. Tell him you are meant to help the Three.

Frondpaw didn't know who or what the Three was. But maybe he, whoever that was, would know. A living cat wasn't bound by mysterious words and riddles. Eager with excitement, Frondpaw bounded out towards the entrance of the medicine cat's den. She itched to warm her fur in the sunshine.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Frondpaw was stopped by a familiar angry hiss. She groaned quietly, turning to shoot her mouth off to the cat. Whirling around, the apprentice came face to face with Jayfeather.

"I'm fine Jayfeather. Honestly. I just want to-"

Realization dawned on her. Eyes widening, Frondpaw recalled her guardian's words. She was supposed to tell the first cat she saw. Jayfeather.

"Frondpaw. I think you should sit down. You're obviously not better, stopping mid sentence and gaping like a fish at me."

Frondpaw snapped out of her frozen state, shaking her head. Jayfeather was standing before her, fur bristling with irritation. How could my prophecy be entwined with Jayfeather's?

"Jayfeather, I need to talk to you about-"

"Later, Frondpaw. Firestar is holding Rosepaw and Toadpaw's warrior ceremonies and I don't want to miss it. You go lay down and I'll be back in a little while."

Frondpaw hissed, but Jayfeather merely leaped out of the medicine cat's den, leaving her in the shadows. The apprentice followed after him.

The sunshine was bright and Frondpaw had to squint against the glow. After her eyes adjusted, Frondpaw could see the pelts of Toadpaw and Rosepaw, seated below the Highledge. Their heads were held high, pelts neatly groomed.

"This has been a tough year. With the death of Mousefur, our oldest elder, and Thornclaw, one of our valuable warriors, we had to go through this leafbare in sadness. But now, we can make two new additions to the warriors den."

Frondpaw only half listened to the leaders speech. She was eyeing Jayfeather, who twitched his tail anxiously. Clearly something was bothering the bossy medicine cat.

"I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn. Rosepaw, do you promise to follow the warrior code and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Frondpaw wondered what could be bothering old Jayfeather so much. His eyes were squinted, as if deep in thought. For a moment, the creamy-white apprentice had to remind herself that the gray tom couldn't see.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name…"

Then again, Jayfeather is always brooding about something.

"Rosepetal, Toadspots, Rosepetal, Toadspots!"

Frondpaw turned her attention back towards the Highledge. Firestar was already leaping down to join in with the Clan. Through the cluster of pelts, Frondpaw could just make out the coats of the newly made warriors.

Focus, Frondpaw. Focus. The calls and meows of the Clan beckoned Frondpaw to go join them, but she fought against the urge. She had to talk to Jayfeather.

Determined, she whirled around, only to find the spot where the medicine cat had been sitting, empty. Glancing around, Frondpaw saw the ferns by the medicine cat's den sway. The she-cat bolted towards the den.

"Jayfeather, you have to tell me what's wrong! Maybe I can help. I'm not totally useless…"

Frondpaw stopped in her tracks. Blossompaw's voice was high-stung and she seemed choked with sadness.

"Blossompaw, control your emotions. This is nothing to get upset over." Jayfeather hissed so lowly that Frondpaw had to strain her ears to listen.

"I know that StarClan had visited you. You've been mewing in your sleep about three things. Or something like that. And you've mentioned Yellowfang and Spottedleaf one or two times…"

So I'm not the only ones StarClan have been speaking to. Despite herself, Frondpaw felt jealousy tinge her stomach. But she fought it back. Of coarse medicine cats are going to talk to StarClan, mouse-brain.

"Blossompaw…"

"Does this have something to do with Frondpaw? And you lying about dehydration symptoms?"

Silence.

Chills raced up Frondpaw's spine. Could StarClan be talking about her to Jayfeather?

"Blossompaw, StarClan are sharing with me things that you don't need to worry about right now…"

"What? What are they telling you?"

Frondpaw had never heard the quiet and gentle Blossompaw so forceful. The she-cat heard Jayfeather heave a sigh.

"All I know is that bad things are going to happen soon. Very bad things."