Ignoring his aching head, he called softly, “Brindlestar?” The elderly tom lifted his head, yellow eyes locking onto the tom. “Yes, Turtleheart?”

“Last night I received a strange dream from StarClan, peculiar, really.”

“What was it about?” Brindlestar asked warily.

“The sun shook, feathers were falling from it,onto a field of yellow flowers. Then it was night, the stars were like they were showing a cat’s brindled pelt.”

Brindlestar froze, a look of horror spreading in his yellow eyes.