Cinderpaw tossed and turned in her nest. She opened one eye.

It
was already past sunrise. Yellowfang was gone, yet she was still so
tired . . .
She groaned as she shifted her bad leg, and it responded with a
sharp burst of pain. Cinderpaw winced. Giving up on all thoughts of sleep,
she sat up.
Light filtered in through the cave’s opening, and it dazzled
Cinderpaw. Holding up a paw to block the light, she squinted at the
entrance of the cave.
Suddenly, she had the desire to sink her teeth into a nice, juicy
shrew. Sighing, Cinderpaw heaved herself up and went outside.
When she stepped out, Cinderpaw realised that the hunting and
border patrols had all gone out; only a few cats were hanging around.
She dragged a stale shrew from yesterday’s fresh-kill pile and sat
down to eat; it tasted delicious to her. When she had finished, Yellowfang
was still nowhere to be seen, perhaps collecting tansy or comfrey. She
stayed at her spot, enjoying the breeze. No cat was in sight.
Yellowfang padded into the clearing, carrying tansy in her mouth.
“It’s about time!” Yellowfang growled as her eyes landed on
Cinderpaw, setting down the tansy. “I assumed you’d died and went to
StarClan!”
Cinderpaw sighed; Yellowfang wasn’t in one of her best moods.
She stood up reluctantly. “I’m coming,” she meowed half-heartedly as
Yellowfang stalked into the medicine den.
Yellowfang soon had Cinderpaw sorting out comfrey, dock leaves,
catmint, and everything in the medicine den. She made trips to the forest
to collect herbs. Soon, Cinderpaw was tired, and her leg was aching again.
“It’s nearly leaf-bare,” Yellowfang fretted as she sorted stale
leaves into plies. “We must get more herbs. It’s only a few moons away!”
Cinderpaw thought dully, If you weren’t so worried about all those
herbs, you’d notice that the prophecy might and could affect us during
leaf-bare!
She hadn’t forgotten her argument with Yellowfang at the
Moonstone a few days ago.
“Greencough always comes during leaf-bare.”
So? I must have collected enough catmint to heal the whole Clan!
Cinderpaw thought mutinously.
“And flu, coughs, fever . . .” Yellowfang rattled on.
 Cinderpaw lost her temper. She had been working the whole day,
wanted a good rest, and felt stuffy.
“So?” she hissed at her mentor. “If we just told Bluestar the
prophecy, we might save ourselves from something bad! Greencough and
fever and flu and whatever always happen! We’re prepared for that! But
we’re not prepared for what will happen in the prophecy if it is a
prophecy!”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it.
Yellowfang looked ready to explode. She advanced on her apprentice.
“We - do - not - know - if - it - is – a - prophecy,” she hissed so
venomously that Cinderpaw took a step back, frightened, “so don’t talk
about it and do what you’re told!”