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If this was, indeed, a prophecy, it certainly didn’t sound very good at all.

She left before the others woke. The atmosphere was making her feel unstable.

The clouds advanced oppressively, making Leafpool more and more unnerved.

Before too long, she came back to the safety of the camp.

She was really afraid that this prophecy would mean something bad for the clan. She desperately looked for someone, anyone at all, to talk about the event with, but there was noone out; the next patrol was still a way off, and not even Stormfur appeared.

She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t figure out what the prophecy meant either! Never had she felt so pathetic.

She eventually decided to rearrange her herbs. It was irritating when they weren’t all in neat piles. Grateful to everything for finding something for her to do, she started.