The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume IV: Early Essays

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The setting sun cast milky purple rays, causing dim, long shadows to form. They were on their own. Winterpaw and Dustpaw had their own theory of what the prohecy meant, but the rest of WaterClan thought it meant something else. Oceanheart had insisted to not tell the other cats about their own belief of what it was because they would loose hope in finding it out on their own to turn to the apprentice's when either way could be correct. They were up late, discussing the part about the snowflake shining light on WaterClan. <br> "Maybe you will just shine light on WaterClan, meaning you will bring hope or good luck?" Dustpaw tried, golden eyes wide open and excited. <br> "Think, Dustpaw," Winterpaw yawned. "The snowflake is a person. Who would the light be?" <br> "Easy," he retorted. "Lightstorm." <br> "Exactally. I'm not sure what it means by me shining Lightstorm on WaterClan... That's just plain weird. It's not like I discovered the cat or something. Anyways... We're one step closer. This prophecy is easier than I expected..." In a few heartbeats, she was fast asleep. <p> Dawn spilled through a crack in the roof of the Apprentices' Den, shining warmly in her closed eyes. She stretched, cleaned her white pelt of moss and feathers, and padded out to train with Goldenstone. With Jaysong injured, Winterpaw's replacement was the golden tom. He was about as picky and criticising as Jumpflare. Instead, the whole Clan was, once again, huddled in a mob. Only this time... it was around the freshkill pile. <br> "Winterpaw!" Harepaw called with joy. "Come see! The dawn hunting patrol made a discovery from StarClan!" Winterpaw struggled to the front. Foxpaw, Stone, Fawnspots, and Lilypaw were beaming over a meraculous catch. A huge pile of countless plump salmon. <br> "What happened? How in the world did you catch so much fish?!" Winterpaw stuttered to Foxpaw, still gaping over the pile of fish. <br> "Well," he bragged, fixing his whiskers to stall for time, as if he was enjoying the spotlight. "I was just fishing trout casually, when the sun broke through the clouds and sparkled on the river. At that very moment, the biggest school of salmon- yes, salmon, not trout- came leaping out of the water. We caught as many as we could before the sun hid back behind the clouds and the fish were gone. It was a sign from StarClan, no doubt. We're right about the prophecy! At first, leaf-bare was a horror. Now with time, we're thriving!" Dustpaw and Winterpaw exchanged another worried and confused look. Were they wrong about their theory of what the prophecy meant? -Reflections&#9730