"Did everything go well?" Russetstar growled. Lakefang dipped his head. "Swiftcloud is.. In terrible condition." Russetstar's piercing gaze focused on the limp tom. Cinderfoot poked her head out. "Bring him here, right now!" She yowled with fear. Shadowpaw twitched her tail worriedly. What's going to happen to him? She thought as with a shudder, she remembered Beewing. Cinderfoot frowned and looked at the cats surrounding her. "Get back!" She snapped. "He needs space to heal!" Shadowpaw nervously went back to the apprentice's den, sitting down with nothing to do.

Certain Swiftcloud could sleep, Cinderfoot yawned and lay down, sleepy. At once, she entered a dream where there were many rogues invading the LeafClan camp. Hope will quench the burning flame, with it comes the quiet rain, a voice whispered. Cinderfoot shuddered and flattened her ears. Do not share this prophecy just yet, it whispered again. Cinderfoot nodded. "O-Okay." Then she was jerked awake.