Cool silver light reflected off the water. It's cold beauty taking the breath away from a young brown tabby. The cat bent down at the water's edge, four other cats doing the same. Without hesitation they lapped a few drops of the moonlit water and lay still.
The tabby opened her eyes and gazed around the pool. Cats lined the pool, but more than the five that lay there before. The cats' fur was edged in silver frost, and moonlight danced at their paws. The tabby smiled at the reassuring cats before her and dipped her head respectfully.
"Raise your head, dear Leafpool," a blue-gray she-cat mewed.
The tabby looked up expectantly waiting for what the cat would tell her.
The cats surrounding the blue cat began speaking in unison, their voices molded into one. Leafpool's eyes widened. A prophecy?
'Trouble lies within the markings, set to gain revenge. Four shall come of no forest blood, but save us they may.'
A fiery glow had entered all the StarClan warriors' eyes as they spoke, and once they had finished they looked at Leafpool. The blue-gray cat stepped forward once more and touched noses with the medicine cat.
"What does it mean?" Though she knew StarClan did not give straight answers, she asked anyway. But the blue-gray cat took a pace back.
"Be well prepared," she murmured and an icy grip told hold of Leafpool's limbs. She gasped and looked around, only to see heavy gray clouds move lazily across the moon. The clouds were flecked with darker bits, almost familiar. Then the moment was gone and the young tabby blinked her eyes open to see the clear starry night above her.
'Four shall come of no forest blood...'