The trees swayed gently in the wind, clouds drifted across the cerulean sky, like fish swimming in the clear blue river. Spottedstar perched on the rocky cliffs that overlooked the shimmering sand at the waveplace. Ahead, an endless sea of water stretched far off into the distance. The sun was warming the she-cat's pelt, as she gazed into the horizon.

Spottedstar curled her thick, bushy tail around her, tucking her paws underneath her belly. She closed her eyes, taking in the peaceful surroundings. 

"Spottedstar,"

Slowly, she opened her amber eyes, keeping her ears pricked. She looked around. Nobody in sight - she must've imagined someone saying her name.

Then, she heard it again.

"Spottedstar,"

Alert, the she-cat sprang up, claws unsheathed. She could smell an unfamiliar scent nearby.

"Who is this?" she demanded, scanning her surroundings for the speaker.

"Spottedstar!"

"Show yourself!" she hissed, warily darting her eyes from one place to another. But the only thing she could see was a white-and-orange moth.

The creature glided in front of her, its delicate wings a mouse-length from her nose. 

"Where are you?!" she yowled, her voice echoing across the seemingly deserted waveplace. Suddenly, the rock beneath her began to dislodge. Shrieking, the leader climbed upwards, only to fall back. Everything around her collapsed and the cliffs seem to stretch down further than before. Her heart beat thumped loudly, as Spottedstar slipped down a seemingly endless cliff.

She was going to die.

"Spottedstar! Wake up!"

Spottedstar's eyes snapped open. She was lying in her nest, with Perchfeather beside her. The lean, tortoiseshell deputy was gently prodding her.

It had all been a dream.

Usually, the she-cat was good at remaining calm, but Perchfeather was sweating and a nervous look was on her face. Upon realising that the leader has awoken, she breathed deeply, obviously trying to collect herself.

"Sweetberry wishes to see you," she told her, trying not to catch Spottedstar's eye.

Nodding her head, the exhausted leader stumbled out of her den, squinting in the sunlight that spilled from the nearby entrance. The ground was smooth and refreshing under her paws and the spotted she-cat padded into the medicine den.

Both Sweetberry and Longpaw were inside, dark expressions on both of their faces.

"Spottedstar," came Sweetberry's soft voice, "We've... we've had a prophecy," 

Dreading what they were about to tell her, Spottedstar sunk her claws into the rock below her. 

"I saw... falling rocks... and then..." spluttered Longpaw, gazing nervously into Spottedstar's eyes.

"A moth," added Sweetberry.

She'd seen that too.

"I had a dream where that happened," she told them, trying to sound confident. 

"Really?!" exclaimed Sweetberry, "They seem to be saying that someone is going to be killed by a rock,"

Obviously!

"But," mewed Longpaw, "We don't know what the moth means,"

Spottedstar let out a small groan.

Why couldn't MoonClan be more specific with their prophecies?

She knew that it meant trouble, but what?