Wasppaw paced around the medicine den. It had been sunhigh when the patrol had left. Now it was close to sundown. She couldn't think about anything else. Violet's words were still stuck in her head, too.

"Actually, that is false." Violet's mew was sure. "There was another Clan in the forest. SkyClan." Bluestar's fur bristled. "You may think I'm wrong, but I'm telling the truth. I know more about the Clans then you know."

I know more about the Clans then you know. Those words had scared Wasppaw silly, but she couldn't let that get in the way of her work. But then again...if Violet was right about there being a fifth Clan in the forest, wouldn't that mean that the Clans would know about them? Wasppaw shook her head. There was no way Violet could be right. No one has ever heard of SkyClan.

Wasppaw turned her head to see her mentor, Spottedleaf sorting out some herbs. They had just finished treating the wounded from the Sunningrocks battle. Suddenly Wasppaw heard Violet's ominous warning in her head.

"Well, I know a lot about the Sunningrocks battle. In fact, our camp is somewhat close to it." Violet seemed to be accusatory, her hostility seemed to be aimed towards Tigerclaw. He visibly flinched at her comment, but he quickly regained his hostile stance.

What had Violet meant when she said she knew "a lot about the Sunningrocks battle"? Was she there? And if she was, then did she see what happened to Wasppaw and her sister Sandpaw's father...Redtail? There was no time to dwell on it, though. Wasppaw had just noticed her mentor calling for her.

"Wasppaw! Wasppaw!" Spottedleaf yowled, this time more irritated. "Come here!"

"Oh! So sorry, Spottedleaf! I was thinking about something." Wasppaw apologized.

Spottedleaf's ears pricked. "What were you thinking about?"

"I-I was thinking about what Violet had said earlier..." Wasppaw confessed. "About there being a fifth Clan, and about the Sunningrocks battle."

"I suppose it's natural. She did leave everyone very shocked." Spottedleaf shrugged her shoulders. "In my opinion, we should trust StarClan. Maybe this is what they want."

Wasppaw tilted her head. "You mean, SkyClan is real?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I'm not so sure myself. We'll just have to ask StarClan at the next half-moon meeting." Spottedleaf replied. Before Wasppaw could retort, Spottedleaf interrupted her. "Perhaps you should get some sleep before the Gathering. You were up all day helping me."

"Okay, Spottedleaf." Wasppaw couldn't argue with that. She nodded and then padded over to her nest, which was next to Spottedleaf's. "...Alright, time to nap..." Wasppaw whispered to herself. Wasppaw curled up in her nest and closed her eyes. She barely resisted the pull the drowsiness had on her. Soon she fell asleep, without any worries.

Wasppaw opened her eyes. This wasn't the medicine den. Or ThunderClan. Where was she? The surroundings were misty, and outlined with blurry lights. Stars? It hit Wasppaw at once. She was in StarClan!

"W-Why am I here?" Wasppaw whispered. "A-Am I...d-dead?"

"No, little one." Wasppaw looked up to see a pale gray tom with amber eyes looking at her warmly. "Do you know who I am?"

"Um…are you Featherwhisker…?" Wasppaw mumbled. She wasn't sure, because she had only heard that Featherwhisker was a pale gray tom with amber eyes and had never seen him.

He nodded. "That's right. And StarClan summoned you here to tell you something very important."

Wasppaw shivered. "I-Is it a p-prophecy?"

"Yes." Featherwhisker sounded serious, but his gaze was filled with tenderness. "I understand that you are young, and this might overwhelm you, but if you trust StarClan to light your path, then you'll never lose your way."

"O-Okay, Featherwhisker. W-What is it?" Wasppaw asked, still shivering from before.

"'The violet skies will arise, bringing forth a pair of green eyes.'" Featherwhisker recited carefully. Wasppaw realised that he must've practiced saying this over and over. "You must keep this prophesy to yourself and your fellow medicine cats."

Wasppaw nodded. "Thank you, Featherwhisker." She then closed her eyes only to wake up in the medicine den. She noticed Spottedleaf looking over her.

"Are you okay?" Spottedleaf sounded worried. "You were muttering to yourself while you were asleep."

"Spottedleaf, I think I received a prophecy." Wasppaw urgently mewed.

Spottedleaf looked unsure for a brief moment, but she quickly shook it off. "Who came to you and what did they say?"

"It was Featherwhisker. He said 'The violet skies will arise, bringing forth a pair of green eyes.' Then he left and I woke up." Wasppaw replied.

"Hmm...I don't know what 'violet skies' are…" Spottedleaf murmured to herself. "And I definitely don't know what 'green eyes' are..."

"Maybe it's-" Wasppaw's meow was cut short by Bluestar.

"Spottedleaf and Wasppaw, we're leaving!"

Spottedleaf rushed out of the den in a flash. "Wasppaw, come on! We need to catch up with them!"

"Alright, coming!" Wasppaw yowled back. Wasppaw had finally slowed down when she had caught up to Spottedleaf. "Spottedleaf, are we going to tell the others?"

"Of course, Wasppaw. This prophecy sounds like it applies to all the Clans, anyways." Spottedleaf replied. "Why don't you go talk with your littermate, Sandpaw? You two should spend some more time with each other."

Wasppaw grunted. "She doesn't like me anymore."

"And why is that?"

"Basically, I became a medicine cat apprentice. Aaaaand that was it." Wasppaw shrugged her shoulders. "I honestly don't know why she's so upset about it. It's not a big deal."

"Well, perhaps you should try talking to her." Spottedleaf suggested. "It's never good to hold onto a quarrel."

Wasppaw reluctantly nodded her head and padded ahead to catch up with Sandpaw, who was talking with her friend Dustpaw.

"Sandpaw!" Wasppaw called.

Sandpaw narrowed her green eyes. "What do you want?" Wasppaw's pelt was prickling with unease as Dustpaw and Sandpaw glared at her.

"I just thought we should talk." Wasppaw replied. "We're littermates. We should at least be able to talk to each other normally."

"I can talk to you normally!" Sandpaw retorted.

Wasppaw narrowed her eyes. "Without lashing at each other."

Sandpaw huffed but said nothing more. Wasppaw took this as an opportunity to continue speaking. "So, what do you think about what happened earlier?"

"What?"

"You know? With the she cat called Violet?" Wasppaw cautiously reminded Sandpaw.

"Oh. Her." Sandpaw narrowed her eyes. "I personally think that she's lying. There's no proof of this "SkyClan" existing, for one. And no cat has ever heard of "The Ten Flames". She's obviously a dirty liar!"

Wasppaw felt startled. Why was Sandpaw so upset over this? Apprentices aren't supposed to worry about things that warriors, leaders and medicine cats fret about. Sandpaw's shoulder fur was still bristling.

"But we don't know that for sure, though." Wasppaw tried to reason with her. "Violet seems to know a lot about Clan-life." Sandpaw opened her jaws to argue. "You heard her today, too. Even you can't deny that."

Sandpaw sighed in defeat. Obviously she knew that she had lost this argument. The two she-cats continued to walk behind their Clanmates as they remained silent for a moment. Wasppaw looked around herself to see that Dustpaw had already gone on ahead.

"But you know, isn't it kind of suspicious that Violet knows so much about the Clans?" Sandpaw broke the silence in a whisper.

Wasppaw couldn't help but find herself in agreement. "That's true. We'll find out more at the Gathering, though."

Sandpaw nodded and kept walking alongside Wasppaw. Wasppaw internally shivered regarding Sandpaw's question. How does Violet know so much about the Clans? Whatever happens tonight, I pray to StarClan nothing goes wrong.