"I have a theory." Cloudmist began slowly. "Since the 'dark' in the prophecy meant DarkClan, then shouldn't the 'light' mean LightClan? Only... I do not know of any Clan called LightClan..." she meowed. Mistfur began tending to Shadowstripe's wounds. "I'm fine." he meowed gruffly. "You're fine when I say you are." Mistfur retorted. "Now, where does it sting?" he asked, gathering cobwebs.