"They are coming," Voice whispered. "They are coming."
"Great StarClan, if you want to talk, come out and talk! Don't just whisper like that. It'll give the kits a scare." An old, dark gray she-cat with matted, tangled fur grumbled.
"Calm down now, Yellowfang." A blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes strode in to the opening; where the old ThunderClan medicine cat sat by a pool of water. "I suppose they are anxious. A new darkness is rising."
A small kit bounded around the she-cat's paws; mewling excitedly. The she-kit was white with pale gray patches. The warrior purred, and gently touched her nose to the kit's head. "Quiet down Mosskit, an important time is arriving," Her blue gaze turned serious. The bushes rustled, as more cats slunk towards the pool. The scents mingled; ShadowClan, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, even SkyClan.
"Bluestar." Yellowfang greeted respectfully to her leader.
"Yellowfang, you're already here?" A large white tom inquired.
"I prefer to be on time when it comes to these kind of events, Whitestorm; rather than being late." The old medicine cat retorted; itching behind her ear with a hind paw.
"I was just teasing." Whitestorm padded up to the pool and sat down beside Bluestar; who kept Mosskit tucked neatly between her front paws.
A large, broad-shouldered golden tom with thick fur around his neck stepped carefully down to the poo; followed by a tom with a crooked jaw, a pretty silver tabby she-cat and a reddish-brown tom.
"Papa!" Mosskit squeaked as the red-brown tom seated himself next to Bluestar.
"Hello, my little daughter." The tom purred. He nudged Bluestar affectionately. "Brought Mosskit with you, hm?"
"And a happy hello to you too, Oakheart." Bluestar muttered sarcastically. "Greetings, Crookedstar, Silverstream." She meowed to the other two RiverClan cats politely. A long-tailed black and white tom strolled down to the pond side as well. "Hello, Tallstar." Silverstream mewed.
Tallstar nodded, and sat down; curling his tail around his paws. More cats padded out from the ferns and the trees; gathering around. When everything became silent, a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with a dappled coat cleared her throat. "Shall we begin this meeting?" She mewed softly.
The cats nodded; as the she-cat kneaded the ground anxiously with her paws. "The danger with the Dark Forest may have been defeated by the Three, but that does not mean that it will stay that way. Another danger is rising, and the Clans will need to be saved again." She meowed clearly.
"What do we do then?" Oakheart asked.
"Do tell, Spottedleaf." Silverstream mewed.
"Two cats have been born; and they possess the power to battle this darkness. It will be up to them to realize this, and prepare." Spottedleaf meowed. "Until then, we must do what is within our power to help our Clanmates overcome this danger."
"Spottedleaf is right. We must alert the two then." Bluestar meowed; flicking her tail. "We must get the cats ready."
A/N: I do not own Warriors; but I do own my OC cats.