A dark like forest lined with stars as four cats sit around a pool.
"Bluestar you know we must do this." I spotted Tortoiseshell meow as a blue-gray cat hissed.
"I know but the two-legs, they will not under stand the clans." as she clawed the ground.
"True Bluestar but the three will need help and so do they."
An old dark gray cat meowed as she looks at the pool of water.
"They died of murder, suicide, abuse, and of a monster they're too young to die as kits so have you all chosen what
will happen?" meowed a black and white tom with amber eyes.
"Tallstar is right" meowed Spottedleaf "I agree" meowed Yellowfang.
"Then so be it they will join the clans." mews Bluestar
'A falling leaf will land on a breeze softly only if silver can tame the black and sun to melt the icy tiger.'
note:this is the prophecy for my story and thank you for reading