"The prophecy wasn't filled, it still stands."
"We know that, but who is going to fill it? It certainly wasn't you!"
"Well, he hasn't acted out yet, maybe we read it wrong, or maybe he won't turn into a tyrant?" A third female voice interjected.
"How do you read a prophecy wrong?" The first voice, which was also female, hissed.
"You can't, but we could have interrupted it wrong." The second voice, male, mused.
"Or you are all being idiots!" The first voice hissed. "I wasn't the one to stop him because deputies aren't leaders, and therefore can't be tyrants!"
"You do have a point, Redstar." The second voice said. "Still, he might not be the cat of the prophecy."
Redstar glared at them. "He is, but tyrants don't become tyrants overnight. He will reveal himself, and some cat will stop him, it just wasn't me. I made DarkClan, that was my role to play, now a cat will have to save it."
"Then save the forest?" The other female asked.
"Maybe, I don't know." Redstar hung her head.
