A silver-blue she-cat crept from the bushes to approach the pool of shining starlight. As she stopped at its edge, more cats appeared from the surrounding forest. When seven cats had gathered around the glittering pool, the silver-blue she-cat spoke.
"Hopestar, Berryfall," she acknowledged. Each cat nodded at their name. "Stonefoot, Sunleaf, Featherfall, and Winterheart. The founders of HopeClan are now here."
"But Wishsong, why are we here?" a muscled gray tom inquired. "Our peaceful Clan has had no need of our guidance since the division of HopeClan and OwlClan."
"Not true," Wishsong pointed out. "When a past Bloodborne went bad, I should think they needed us just as much. And that brings me to my announcement." Everyone present pricked their ears, sensing where the Starsinger was leading. Wishsong began, "The bloodlines of the leader, the medicine cat, and the Starsinger have evenly combined for the seventh time." Some gasped, while others slowly nodded at the news. "As we know, the power of these three lines can do amazing things for our beloved Clan… or terrible things. And I have some unwelcome tidings as well; we have yet to determine who the cat is." The cats shook their heads in disappointment and fear. An orange-striped tabby flicked his ear.
"The answer is simple, isn't it?" he asked. "We stop the dangerous force before it reaches its full potential!" Wishsong gave the tabby a strong look of disapproval.
"No, Sunleaf," she firmly stated. "That is not the answer. I believe this one is… special. And if she is to be the savior our Clan will need, it is our responsibility to guide her towards believing in herself and her Clan." The HopeClan ancestors exchanged looks before nodding in agreement. The decision was settled. The fate of HopeClan now rested in the paws of a kit.