All was silent at a pool beside the lake. Crickets chirped, and if you listened carefully you could hear the snore of birds in their nest. Then, out of the shadows, a flame-pelted tom emerged. As he padded forwards, a black she-cat and a golden tom followed. They gathered around the pool and looked into it, as a gray tom stepped out of nearby bushes, the notable cloud on his eyes lifting to reveal two solid blue eyes. The flame-pelted cat dipped his head respectfully. "Welcome, Jay's Wing," he greeted. "Call me Jayfeather," replied the gray tom. "After all, Firestar, we are kin." "Enough talk," the black she-cat snapped, her pale orange eyes glowing in the moonlight. "There is a prophecy to be delivered, and it could threaten the existence of the clans themselves!" "Calm down, Yellowfang," scolded the golden tom, though his tone was lighthearted. "They will not be in danger for moons!" Yellowfang frowned. "Moons isn't enough, Lionheart. You of all cats should know that!" "Can we just get on with the prophecy?!" Jayfeather hissed. "I'm freezing!" "Yes, yes..." Firestar seemed lost in thought, then he spoke. "Five, kin of two, born to Roar and Wing. With them they bring darkness, but also hope." Jayfeather slowly nodded. "Thank you, Firestar." Turning, his eyes once again became clouded. "I take my leave." With a flick of his tail, he was gone, and so were Firestar, Yellowfang and Lionheart. The hollow became silent.
