Clawstar awoke in a daze, laying flat on his back with his feet flailing in the air. "What the-" He fluttered his heavy eyes open and shielded his face from the sunlight with his wing. His dream was so real and his sleep was so deep, he hadn't even realized that he'd fallen off of his perch. He wearily stood up, grumbling an "Ow," with a slight wince as his joints popped.
Watch your back, Clawstar, someone you trust is going to betray you.
The grim prophecy rang through his aching head. The voice was so familiar, too familiar; as was the black figure that spoke it. He breathed a sigh in a poor attempt to shrug it off and move on with life, leaving the den with a limping gait, grumbling something under his breath.