Darkness welled around him. The oxygen was rank and damp as the long legged cat stood planted to the dark soil. Where am I? He thought simply to himself. He had remebered going to sleep in the apprentice's den but now here he stood. Was it a dream? He shook his head as something caught his eye. He turned to look 'pon a humped up figure. Deep amber eyes glowed deeply at him through the ferns. He felt his neck fur bristle as the amber ooids stared at him. Unblinking.

Who are you?

He called out but the eyes still kept on staring at him. He herd a low hiss as he had never before herd. What was this? Then he herd what the low his said.

Eight will become two
Two will become divded
And four will bathe in blood....

Whos there?

He called out again but the scene was fading, the amber eyes blinked and disappeared no longer seen....

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Treepaw's eyes opened wide as he found himself laying on his side in the apprentices den. He was panting, as though he had been chased by the whole of ShadowClan. He sat up, licking his ruffled chest fur to ease his discomfort. What had it all been? The eyes, the hissing noise. And that prophecy..... Was StarClan trying to speak to him?

Eight will become two
Two will become divided
And four with bathe in blood....

The lyrics sent a shiver down his spine. What did they mean? He stood up and padded out the enterence of the apprentices den. Dawny had slowly began to break across the sky as the stars of Silverpelt were glittering down below. He let his amber ooids look up at the lightening sky for a moment before he brought his gaze back down. He let his long, lean body stretch easy before he padded over to the fresh kill pile. Still slightly disturbed by the prophecy. He picked a mouse from the pile and looked sat down, crunching only half heartedly into it. Did this mean that the clans were doomed again?