Hello, hello! Here is Chapter 3! ENJOY!
"Jayfeather?"
"Wha…?"
"Jayfeather, are you alright?"
"What? Who?"
"Jayfeather, it's me, Willowshine!" Jayfeather blinked several times, and got used to the old feeling of total darkness around him. Willowshine? He sniffed. Sure enough, the Riverclan medicine cat stood in front of him. He could imagine her bright green eyes staring worriedly at him.
He hissed, standing. "I'm fine. Why can't Riverclan mind their own business?" Turning around, he stormed out of the cave, leaving a confused and hurt Willowshine in his wake.
He pounded down the path, heading in the direction of the Thunderclan camp. Firestar's words rang in his head.
"When the battle is won, fair and true, you must bring together from the Two. The ones who can shake the roots, and hold the prophecy of Three. But it is not them, you worry about, not Wing nor Beak not Roaring Lion, but the ones who hold the key to all the ones of the heart who shines bright, and the ashes of cinder and lion's might, the true kin of the sister's mistake, along with the ones among dove's and bee's quake. And when you think you have found them all, check in the sand, and in a different clan. For in more than one clan there shall be kin to find, in Shadow, Water, Wind, and Star, each shall be one of a kind."
Shivering, but not from the cold, Jayfeather tried to piece together the prophecy. Who's "heart shone bright"? And who could be the "ashes of cinder and lion's might"? He shook his head. He wanted to tell Dovewing and Lionblaze, but he had an ominous feeling that they could be the "dove's and bee's quake" and the "lion's might". But who were the ones who could "shake the roots", and "hold the prophecy of the Three" had to be him, Lionblaze, and Dovewing.
Shaking his head, Jayfeather hardly noticed the footsteps behind him.
"Jayfeather?"
"What do you want?" Jayfeather snarled, whipping around to face Willowshine. The medicine cat winced, but held her ground.
"I want to help," she whispered. "Starclan, they told me to help you, and…" Her voice trailed off uncomfortably.
"And…" Jayfeather prompted. He made a circular motion with his paw, indicating for her to continue.
"And…to do what feels right," she finished awkwardly. "And this feels right, helping you." She blushed, averting her gaze from Jayfeather. She trailed her paw in the dirt, drawing a circle with two humps on it. She blushed even more, quickly erasing the strange marking with her paw.
"Alright," grumbled Jayfeather. He sat down, curling his tail over his paws. He stared expectantly at Willowshine.
"Are you going to tell me?" Willowshine said uncomfortably.
"No," Jayfeather replied. "Not all of it at least."
"Well, can you tell me part of it?"
"Maybe."
"Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen."
"Find the ones of the heart who shines bright, and the ashes of cinder and lion's might, the true kin of the sister's mistake, along with the ones among dove's and bee's quake. And when you think you have found them all, check in the sand, and in a different clan. For in more than one clan there shall be kin to find, in Shadow, Water, Wind, and Star, each shall be one of a kind."
Willowshine was quiet for a long time. She seemed to ponder the prophecy, turning it around in her head like she would do to an especially delicious mouse. "I think," she murmured, "That it's kits you're looking for. The kits of the mentioned parents, of course. And then there are those unknown ones in each of the clans, including Starclan. But kits can't be born in Starclan." A thoughtful expression returned to her face.
"You're right, I think," Jayfeather said in surprise. "But who could they be?"
"I don't know," murmured Willowshine. "I don't know."