The two cats sat next to each other, starring into the night. One licked the other. "I love you, though we're in StarClan." He mewed.
The other cat nodded. "But did we have to die after Mudpaw became a apprentice?" She asked. She worried about her son, Mudpaw of WhiteClan.
The tom licked her. "Its alright, Featherstorm. Mudpaw is doing fine without us,and I bet Waterlily is being the best mentor." He mewed. He sat down, starting to wonder about his son. He had no more kin left in the Clan, so he must have treated his mentor with love.
Featherstorm licked her paw. "Its not the same anymore, Robinfur. Because, I just saw the future. It won't be the same, again." She mewed.
The dark brown tom starred into his mate's eyes. "What do you mean?" He asked. He wondered if it was bad future for Mudpaw.
Featherstorm looked. "Its our first prophecy, Robinfur. Ever." She moaned, sacredly.
Robinfur looked at her. "What is the prophecy, then?" He asked.
Featherstorm took a large, deep breath. "The power may become four instead of lower." She mewed.
Robinfur's fur stuck up for a moment. There laid silence for a long time. He looked into the warriors path, they were all sleeping. "Should we send some warriors too find the cats who will start it?" He asked.
Featherstorm nodded. She looked into the warriors path herself. She said, "We each pick together." She mewed.
The two made whispers for a while. Robinfur showed a picture of the dark and light cat. They both nodded.
Then they made more whispering, and Featherstorm showed a picture of a white cat. The couple nodded again.
Soon they both showed a picture of a small she-cat. They nodded once the picture was shown.
Featherstorm and Robinfur nodded. The three were picked. They both sat down again, and started to talk.