Prologue
Jayfeather was walking along the lake toward his stick he left behind. He made a second stick almost as identical to this one for all the lost cats in the fight for the Dark Forest. Reaching his stick, he touched it with his nose and felt something weird, a sensation like a pulse of energy flowing through his body.
-The half moon will rise with the lion and cinder to flight with the jay. A raspy voice said.
Jayfeather realize this was a prophecy but about how he did not now.