Burning Dusk

Prologue
"Cinder?" A voice captures my attention. I drag my attentiveness over to the medicine cat, Snowyrain. "What?" I hissed. She bowed. "I'm sorry for bothering you, my leader, but I have gotten a prophecy." I stare in awe. "A prophecy? For MyrtleClan? That's never happened. But, nevermind, tell me." I sit down beside Snowyrain, who was looking in fear and awe at the setting sun. "The burning dusk will die, and you must be alone." I experienced so many emotions at once.

Confusion: what was this 'burning dusk'? Awe: Finally! A prophecy!, and so many more indescribable ones. I sigh, "It sounds like a bad prophecy, if you ask me." That part was candid. I wanted to yowl at StarClan, 'what are your confusing and vague prophecies!?' But I couldn't. They wouldn't answer. They probably wouldn't hear me. MyrtleClan was probably least connected to the spirits above. I didn't want to admit it, but I had never gotten a prophecy before. I flicked my tail. "What can we do?"