After the ceremony, Featherberry summoned Daypaw to his den. As the pure white apprentice stepped into the den, Featherberry spun around slowly.
"Ah, Daypaw. I've been expecting you," he said darkly. Daypaw gulped loudly.
"That's because you asked me to come talk to you," she said nervously. Featherberry laughed.
"Yeah, I did. Just kidding!" The medicine cat stepped closer to Daypaw.
"There had been a prophecy foretold about you," said Featherberry seriously. He began to quote the words the StarClan warrior had told him, all those moons ago.
"There will be one cat that will save the clans from destruction. Day will fight night and only one cat can win. Gotta go bye!" Featherberry sat back. "What wise words of wisdom," he said, half to himself. Daypaw looked at Featherberry, confused.
"You think I am the Day that will fight the Night?" she asked uncertainly. Featherberry rolled his eyes.
"Why else would you be called Daypaw? Come on, it's sort of obvious when you think about it. How many other warriors do you know called Day-anything?" he said sarcastically. Daypaw nodded. I will be the cat to save the clans, she thought.
"I'd better go tell Shimmercloud," said Daypaw, turning away.
"NO!" shouted Featherberry after the little white apprentice. "YOU MUST TELL NO-ONE ABOUT THE PROPHECY!" But she was already gone.
That went well, thought Featherberry to himself.