Fireheart awoke to the sound of his clan mates yowling in protest. He tried to get up to go and see what was happening but Yellowfang glared at him and he knew better then to ignore it. Instead he asked her, "What's everybody complaining about?"
"Our mouse brained leader wants to try and take over Riverclan." She replied rolling her eyes.
"What?" Fireheart guffawed. "What did they ever do to us? Don't we have enough fresh kill? It's nearly new leaf!"
"Actually, whilst you've been sleeping, it's been getting colder and colder. I delivered Brindleface's kits and they're starving because their mother isn't eating enough."
"What're their names?" Fireheart asked curiously.
"Fernkit and Ashkit. A she-kit and a tom-kit with a proud yet starving mother. Why do their names matter anyway, at a time like this?" The medicine cat snapped.
"Do either of them have a grey pelt?"
"Obviously mousebrain. Their mother has a grey pelt, they both have speckled grey pelts! Why does any of this matter?"
"Um, no reason." Fireheart replied. He didn't think this was the right time to tell Yellowfang about his visit to Starclan. The she-cat stalked out of the den in a huff and went to find Cinderpelt ("Where has my apprentice gone this time?" She muttered to herself as she left.)
Fireheart didn't understand the prophecy at all. Who was the 'brown shadow'? Who was the 'grey one'? He went through all of the Thunderclan cats who had grey pelts: Willowpelt and Graystripe were the only warriors. There were no apprentices with grey pelts. Brindleface was a grey tabby but she was a queen, although she did have two grey pelted kits. No, it can't be them, thought Fireheart, Starclan's message was urgent and those kits probably can't even see yet, never mind work with me to save all of the clans. Fireheart mentally ruled out Brindleface and her kits. Smallear and One-eye had grey pelts but were the two oldest cats in the clan. That left Yellowfang and Cinderpelt, the short tempered medicine cat and her apprentice, Fireheart's former apprentice… He started to think back to what she was like before the accident but shook his orange head in frustration. He needed to stay focused!
At that moment Graystripe padded into the den. "Feeling better?" He mewed. He didn't have the usual twinkle in his golden eyes. "Yes", replied Fireheart. When his friend just nodded he asked, "What's wrong?" Graystripe looked up quickly in surprise and started to say 'nothing' but caught the sceptical look in Fireheart's eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "I've been meaning to tell you that I-" He was cut off by Yellowfang's arrival. She started to remove the old poultice and dressing from Fireheart's wounds. Graystripe quickly mewed, "Goodbye Fireheart." And he rushed out of the den.
"Any cat would think that he saw a hungry fox the way he ran out of here like his tail was on fire!" She exclaimed. Fireheart didn't really think that Yellowfang's comment made sense but he thought it better not to probe her. "Great Starclan! Your wounds have vanished!" Announced Yellowfang. "This this is impossible! What with the coldest new leaf the clan has known and some of the deepest wounds I have ever seen!"
"Can I go back to the warrior's den then?" Asked Fireheart. Yellowfang narrowed her eyes suspiciously before nodding and turning away in confusion. Fireheart got up and went to see what was going on. Were his clan really going to try and 'take over Riverclan' or would they simply battle over some frozen fresh kill?