How to Solve Prophecies Like a Pro

Episode Twenty

The camera shifts into focus, showcasing an excited Creekstep hopping around wildly. 

Creekstep: Hello my friends! Welcome back to another episode of––

Featherfrost: *materializes from thin air* Another SPECIAL episode.

Creekstep: What?

Featherfrost: This one's special.

Creekstep: Why?

Featherfrost: It's the finale!

Creekstep: *absolutely appalled* WHAT???

Featherfrost: Yeah, corporate's out of money. You're getting shut down.

Creekstep: *eyes welling with tears because cats totally do that* B-but––

Featherfrost: Fear not! You'll just have to make this one extra special.

Creekstep: It can't be over! *shakes head repeatedly* I haven't achieved my goal yet!

Featherfrost: Of solving all of StarClan's prophecies?

Creekstep: Well, that, but also the original one! 

Featherfrost: From episode one?

Creekstep: Yeah! I wanted to be famous!

Featherfrost: You haven't checked the ratings for the show?

Creekstep: What are ratings?

Featherfrost: *facepaws* How are you supposed to get famous if you don't even understand ratings?

Creekstep: I dunno. *shrugs his totally existent cat shoulders* StarClan will be impressed with my prophecy-solving skills and grant me fame?

Featherfrost: Doubtful.

Creekstep: :(

Featherfrost: *whips out iPhone* Here, I'll check the numbers.

Creekstep paces impatiently as Featherfrost scrolls through her phone. 

Creekstep: How are they?

Featherfrost: As of right now, you have 3.8k views. 

Creekstep: Is that good?

Featherfrost: Well, it's no After, but it's not bad.

Creekstep: What's After?

Featherfrost: *snickers* Don't worry about it. 

Creekstep: Whatever. I need a new prophecy! And it's gotta be good since it's the last one. 

Featherfrost: Go right on ahead! *gestures across camp* Sootfoot's over there. 

Sootfoot is in his usual spot outside of his den, snoring loudly. Creekstep creeps over as silently as he can manage and waits for the medicine cat to mumble his final prophecy.

Sootfoot: *in his sleep* Hey... StarClan... prophecy? *snores* be wary...

Creekstep: *leaning closer* Be wary? Wary of what?

Sootfoot: Pure... committing sin. 

Featherfrost: *strokes chin* Be wary of the pure committing a sin.

Creekstep jumps up, stumbling over Sootfoot.

Sootfoot: *waking up* Hmm? *scowls at Creekstep* What did you do?