Bluestar, Yellowfang and Whitestorm were huddled around a large machine, which was clanking in a disturbing manner.
Bluestar twisted a knob with her paw. "Would you like his fur to be light brown?"
Whitestorm grunted, propping up his spectacles. "No. You know I'm short-sighted. I wouldn't be able to recognise him if you put it as light brown."
"Why would you want to recognise him? Are you a stalker?" Yellowfang stared at him.
"Yeah, he is, but that's besides the point." Bluestar told Yellowfang. "He's the guy involved in the Prophecy. Whitestorm needs to be able to recognise him."
Yellowfang gasped. "He is?"
"Of course! Didn't you follow StarClanProphecies on Pawbook?"
"I didn't."
"Follow it. It has all the prophecies, past, present and future."
Whitestorm interrupted their conversation. "Hey, can his fur be green? Like, neon green?"
Bluestar nodded approvingly. "Of course. That's recognisable. Though I'm not sure if this Birth Machine can tailor him to be green..." She added doubtfully.
"Of course it can!" Yellowfang leaned over, hacked into the machine's system, and changed his fur to a neon green with LED lights all over him. "Is that better?"
Bluestar shuddered. "He looks like an alien."
Yellowfang shook her head. "Not yet." She Started cranking knobs and pushing levers. Whitestorm cheered.
Bluestar covered her face with her paws and sighed.