The next morning, Branchpaw was exhausted. She did not get much sleep because she kept thinking about the StarClan cats and the prophecy they gave her. What did "in the toughest times, branch will grow strong and protect the Clan" mean? Questions kept leaping into her mind like a cat hunting a mouse, pouncing and jumping. Thunderstorm kept glaring at her, frowning and fire in her eyes. Finally, Thunderstorm spoke up. "What was that? Getting to go in and talk to FIRESTAR? Pfft, doesn't make sense. It should've been ME getting to speak to Firestar himself. I have worked harder than YOU!" Branchpaw could feel the fur on her neck sticking up, and her paws dig into the dirt. "Why does it matter?" Muttered Branchpaw. "Why should you care? It's only a proph-" She stopped right there. "It's a what?" Thunderstorm asked, softer but still angry and annoyed. "Uh... it's a... " Branchpaw took a deep breath, and sighted. "A prophecy. It's a prophecy. While I was at the Moon Stone, StarClan gave me a prophecy."
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Beyond The Grasses
De TodoYoung Branchpaw has always thought life was great, until when she gets lost on a patrol. She ended up at The Moonstone, hoping to find her patrol. The moment she touched her nose to The Moonstone, she knew a adventure would begin.
