Skysong: Well, I updated this a lot faster than the last chapter!

Wightshadoo: Good job. Moonglow, give me back my cookie.

Moonglow: nom nom nom

Morningsky: Old McDonald had a cat. something something soooooomething.

Skysong: Wonderful singing. You should be on American Idol.

Morningsky: Really?

Skysong, Moonglow, and Wightshadoo: NO!

Skysong: Here's chapter 11!

What? How is he here? Skypaw's mind was racing as she quickly turned her head from the chilling gaze of the cat from her dream.

But... he said he was from ShadowClan, didn't he? What's going on?

"Is everything okay?" Morningpaw asked curiously.

"Yeah, fine." Skypaw answered a little too quickly. Morningpaw gave her a questioning glance, but said nothing.

"Hang on," Skypaw said, "I'll be right back."

Tigerpaw would know... He's from ShadowClan...

Skypaw slowed down her pace until she was level with Tigerpaw.

"Hey Tigerpaw?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you; by chance; know that...cat...over there? He's the dark brown tabby walking to your left."

Tigerpaw casually looked to the left and absorbed the scene. Then he turned back to the waiting ThunderClan apprentice. "I've never seen him before in my life."

So Thornpaw was lying... Skypaw thought.

"Okay, thanks. That's all I wanted to know."

The two cats walked in silence for a while. Skypaw was still trying to figure out who this Thornpaw, as he called himself; which was most certainly a lie; was. By no means did Skypaw plan on asking him. She'd seen enough of him in the Dark Forest.

Finally, Tigerpaw spoke. "Why did you need to know?"

Skypaw sighed, looking at the ground as they walked along.

"Long story." she said briefly, not wishing to delve into conversation.

Tigerpaw wisely took the hint, and the two fell into silence again.

Skypaw's mind was wandering again. What is his name? she thought, trying to piece together what she had figured out. Obviously Thornpaw was not a ShadowClan apprentice. After a brief period of thought, she decided just to call him Thorn.

And what about her visions? In the past day, she had received quite a few. Skypaw didn't think that was normal, even for a medicine cat apprentice. What if they weren't from StarClan? So much had happened since her apprentice ceremony. Worst of all, she hadn't even been accepted in as a medicine cat apprentice by StarClan.

Suddenly the atmosphere seemed to change. It got warmer, and the sun seemed to shine brighter, Skypaw noticed, as she glanced up and squinted her eyes against the bright glare. Soothing voices whispered in her ear.

Don't worry; we'll be with you always.

Have faith.

You have our blessing.

Skypaw knew they were from StarClan immediately. "Thank-you," she murmured, so softly that Tigerpaw, who was walking next to her, did not even hear.

The ThunderClan camp was functioning as normal, when Streampaw inconspicuously made her way back into it. No one seemed to notice that she or Skypaw had been gone. They'd notice soon enough with Skypaw, though, when she wouldn't turn up. Slowly and discreetly, Streampaw made her way to the apprentice's den, hoping no one would notice her. The camp was almost deserted, except for a few warriors in the center of the clearing, talking about the Gathering.

"Rouges kidnapping cats!" exclaimed Minnowtail, Streampaw's mentor. "Who would have thought of such a thing?"

"We'd better hope they don't come towards ThunderClan," a ginger and gray tabby called Sparrowfeather growled, "They will not take our cats."

A little late for that, thought Streampaw, thinking of her sister. She stopped for a moment; the shadows emitted from the brambles hiding her within their depths, and listened to the conversation.

"Come on, we should go to sleep. Dawn will be coming soon, and with our luck, Lightningstorm will put us on the first patrol that goes out," Snowfire, a white and gray tom mewed.

"I wouldn't put it past him," grumbled Minnowtail. With that, the silver warrior stood up and walked to the warrior's den.

"Let's go," Snowfire spoke to Sparrowfeather, yawning loudly. "I'm tired."

"I'll be right there," he murmured, so soft that Streampaw had to silence her breath to hear. "I want to check something."

"Suit yourself. Snowfire yawned again, and heaved himself up on his paws. "Don't blame me if you're tired in the morning."

As Snowfire padded in the warrior's den, Streampaw once more began slinking back to her den. As she was walking, Sparrowfeather's eyes turned toward her general direction, and his eyes narrowed.

Mousedung! Can he see me? Streampaw cursed in her head.

It seemed not, as his gaze drifted away after a moment. Streampaw let out the breath she was involuntarily holding. She was safe for today.

Meadowflower was pacing in the Medicine Cat den. Skypaw still hadn't come back. It was so easy to assume that she had just decided to spend the night with her sister in the apprentice's den, but for some reason, the dappled she-cat knew that wasn't the case. Finally, realizing that pacing was getting her no where, Meadowflower decided to sleep. Maybe StarClan would send a dream to where her apprentice was.

As Meadowflower settled down in her nest of moss, she thought of Skypaw, and of the vision she had a few moons ago. "A valley of thorns will ensnare the sky, and only a storm of lightning will set it free...Lightning must stay in the sky."

How could thorns capture the sky? The only place lightning was present was in the sky. What did this mean?

These thoughts had troubled the medicine cat for some time now. Ordinarily, if her old leader Featherstar was still alive, and hadn't been the one to give her the prophecy, Meadowflower would have discussed it with her. However, the beautiful leader had died; losing quite a few lives at a time; a moon after Meadowflower became a full medicine cat. She and Featherstar had become great friends, both while Meadowflower was an apprentice, and that moon where she received her full name.

She and Stormstar didn't exactly see eye to eye. Sure, he was her sister, Roseblossom's mate, but that didn't mean she had to like him. In Meadowflower's opinion, Stormstar leaped into things to fast, and didn't think before acting. Everyone praised him except ShadowClan, for kidnapping their leader and holding him hostage to make them give up some of their land for SkyClan. Meadowflower found it quite odd that ShadowClan was forced to secede so much territory, and had to resort to adding more territory above their original border, while ThunderClan didn't give up that much. Stormstar had claimed it was because the trees in ThunderClan territory weren't the kind that SkyClan was used to living around. Morningflower thought that was mousedung.

This didn't mean that Stormstar wasn't a good leader. No, he took care of his Clan, and didn't care what any cat's origin was. Morningflower still didn't like his methods, but she respected him, and they were casual friends.

The dappled medicine cat shook her head to clear it. She was getting off track. Sighing, she rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes, lowering herself into sleep.

Suddenly the scenery changed. Meadowflower was standing in the clearing that she was in when Featherstar gave her the prophecy. Bushes rustled on the side of the clearing, and three starry cats stepped out. Meadowflower nodded to each one.

"Hello, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Dovewing."

The trio nodded their heads in greeting. Dovewing stepped forward. "You and I know that this isn't just a friendly greeting, Meadowflower. I know what you're going to ask, but I'm afraid we can't tell you anything."

"Not even where my apprentice is?" Meadowflower hissed. "She's only six moons old! Anything could happen to her!"

"All I can tell you is that she is safe," Dovewing replied calmly.

Meadowflower sighed. "I guess that's okay then. As long as nothing happens to her."

Jayfeather hesitated, and then stepped forward next to Dovewing. "We also have something else to tell you too."

Lionblaze nodded, and came forward also. "We have another prophecy. It might help you."

Meadowflower laughed coldly. "The only time I actually understand them is after they happen!"

"Then ask Stormstar. He's not just an impulsive fur ball," Dovewing said.

The three StarClan cats' eyes suddenly glowed with light.

"There is a prophecy," Jayfeather repeated, his voice growing louder.

"A Fading moon leads to morning's dawn,
A white stream of shadow restores what is gone,
A beautiful mint, dying by thorn,
And a sky full of lightning makes the moon reborn."

"Hey, it is different." Meadowflower mumbled. "You decided to rhyme this time."

"This isn't funny, Meadowflower," Lionblaze spoke sternly, "This is a matter of life and death for your apprentice and her friends, and I can assure you, by the time this prophecy is fulfilled, there will be more death than life."

Meadowflower nodded unconsciously, realization sinking in. Her apprentice was safe for now, but later on was not a guarentee.

Suddenly the wind started to blow, and mist started swirling around the clearing. It was like Featherstar's vision all over again. A hundred voices chanted, so much in unison, that it sounded like one single voice.

"Eight sisters will come, not by blood, with powers greater than StarClan, and destinies far greater than any cat before them."

"What's that supposed to mean?" yowled Meadowflower, as the wind started to tear chunks of earth and grass from the ground. "Tell me what you mean!"

There was no reply except the constant howling of the wind and mist. Then, the wind swept the medicine cat off the ground, and black filled her mind.

Skysong: So how'd you liiiiiike it?

Wightshadoo: The first rhyming prophecy ever!

Moonglow: You should get a medal of honor.

Skysong: Really?

Morningsky: NO!

Skysong: I'm the writer. I can do whatever I want. I can kill off any character. I can give myself a medal of honor.

Morningsky, Moonglow, and Wightshadoo: No you can't.

Skysong: And just why not?

Moonglow: Because we said so. Now go get us pie. We're hungry.

Morningsky: *grabs cattle prod* move slave.

Skysong: *salutes* yes General!

Morningsky: *stabs with cattle prod*

Skysong: I'm getting the pie! *runs away*

Wightshadoo: Good riddance. Anyway, people, Review please, or we'll never find out if Skysong gets the pie.

Skysong: I'm getting the pie.

Morningsky: I have a cattle prod. HEHEHEHE

Moonglow: Thnx 4 reading!