Flameheart hissed at the fire, his fur was on fire. Pain was not clear to his mind, he quickly poured the big moss of water on the fire. His fur was still on fire, he fell down.
He soon entered a dark realm, it looked like the forest he lives in but made of stars. He looked around, he found a cat. His fur was black, eyes bloody red. It smoked with hisses then disappeared. Spon he spotted familiar cats, he soon saw Silvermoon, Heatherfur and Freewing "Silvermoon! Heatherfur! Freewing!" He ran towards them. He nuzzled Heatherfur "I wished we were still friends.." He cried. Heatherfur smiled "We're always friends, Flameheart...Your the one..Your in a prophecy I had before I died" Heatherfur smiled "The prophecy was..." as she stopped, she looked blank "The mystery will fly in the wind, feathers like sparrows. The fire will burn stronger, the clans will meet at billion of eyes watching rocks fall. The small will rise big and bring the darkest hour to present." Heatherfur breathed again "I think..You were brought in this prophecy.." Flameheart tried to say something, but he soon woke up "WAIT!" He shouted Then woke up.