Spoonstar looked at the cat with sporf-like markings on his pelt. "You asked me to come, Sporfstar?"
"Yes," the sporf-pelted cat replied, licking his paw. "I have summoned you so I could deliver a prophecy."
"Another one?" Spoonstar mewed. "This is the third one I have been told about this week…"
"I know," Sporfstar said. "SporfClan has had a lot of prophecies stored until now. We get about seventeen prophecies per day. Anyway, let's get on with the prophecy." After a brief pause (simply for the mysterious effect), he said, "There will be one, kin of your kin, with the power of the sporves in his paws."
"That sounds a lot like an old prophecy I've heard abo-"
"Yes, sometimes we find similar ones deep in the archives. We use them anyway," Sporfstar interrupted. "Anyway, the One is coming. Beware. There will be cats."
A/N: This is completely a crackfic. There is absolutely no doubt about that. The prologue is short, I know, but don't worry. We have this completely under control and the casualties so far have been less than…
...A thousand? Nobody really knows… This anomaly is a tough one.
There is also a second author! He is ObsidianBlack555 on here and… Well, everywhere, really. He hasn't really uploaded anything… Or viewed his profile… Or even logged in yet… But he exists, at least!
In fact, he is editing this author's note right now, and speaking in the third person!
He is? Oh ya I am.
/thirdperson.
HELLO PEOPLES YSES IT IS I SIR MOLTEN GLASS.