Come in, Firestar, I-

What in the world? [The footsteps that the journal's picking up are definitely not human, and they last for a moment before they settle down.] This must be another prophecy.

StarClan, do we need to move to this land? But how? I can't do this without more of your guidance... Or do you want me to find the way to this place on my own? I see.

[Unsteady footsteps, traveling away from the journal, but then they come to a stop again.] Ow, my back...

[The next sound is a cat's surprised yowl. She sees the little gray wings on her back.]

StarClan, what are you trying to tell me...?