A pale grey she-cat sat on a ledge overlooking a forest. This was no ordinary dream. Medicine cats weren't known for that. They were known for seeing StarClan.

A brown tabby tom padded up behind her. The she-cat turned and smiled. "Long time no see," she purred. "I assume you're not here just to see your old apprentice."

The brown tom nodded. "Frostshadow, you must listen to me. I have a prophecy for you."

Frostshadow's smile faded. She couldn't worry about a prophecy with so many injured cats back at home. And with WindClan becoming even more fierce, there were bound to be more.

The tom continued, ignoring her obvious distress. "When the wind blows hard, a flash of silver scales in the darkness will cause the rivers to rise. The gentle fawn will show you the way to safety."

Frostshadow sat and thought. She had a knack for deciphering prophecies, but this one almost had her stumped. Cause the rivers to rise... Will there be a flood? Or will RiverClan come back because of  the "scales in the darkness?" And what about the fawn?

The sky began to fade into darkness and the forest below her disappeared. The dream was over. She woke up beside Amberleaf and Rosedapple, who were still snoring. Frostshadow thought of her sister's kits back in RiverClan, and sighed. "Oh StarClan," she murmured. "What am I going to tell Sweetrose?"