Advice on this prophesy!

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    Herbpaw was nervous. Everyone kept turning toward her if they had minor pains in their bones or stomachaches. She loved helping them, but one day in her dream, she remembered what her deceased mother said to her before she died, "The wind will blow and take 2 tragedies with them."
    She didn't have a good feeling about this. She wanted to tell someone about this, but she knew of no cat that can do something like this.

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    Patchwork padded into the medicine den which was mostly empty aside from the apprentice. "Hi," he meowed and went to put some freshkill next to a sleeping patient for her to eat when she woke. He wasn't a medicine cat actually far from. He was just here to deliver some freshkill.


    Browndune nor Flickerpaw were there at the moment. They had disappeared shortly after DarkClan had moved. He didn't know where to but they'd be back he was sure. Must have been StarClan business for them to leave at a time like now.

    "Hey, Patchwork, wanna get a hunt done!" Windstorm called in after the older warrior. Looking at teh apprentice, he grinned, "I've got an apprentice! Only he's big!" A caracal, or an othercat.