Ashclaw too, Fell asleep in his well made nest. He began his long and deep snooze.

His own propecy rose in his head.

He stood alone in the Blood Spill Forest. An old Rouge territory. But something was different. Something seemed like the rouges were a clan. But no, They were a gang or a band.

A series of bloody rouges walked towards him. Ashclaw braced himself to fight but they walk through him. He shivered in the cold which washed over him. Then a beautiful starry cat with a brown pelt padded up to him. Burntash! His mother!

She didn't look happy however. She let out a cry and began a prophecy:

'A jynx has been placed upon the forest,
Darkness is approaching my son,
You mother is proud of you,
But death is on the way.

A gang of blood,
A band of rouges to form,
Lead by a curse you shall figure out,
Many shall die in vain.

It was not clear. But it seemed to be the first of this prophecy...
'Death is on the way...' his mother's voice echoed through his head and he awoke with a jolt.