The tortoiseshell she-cats eyes glowed gold in the harsh moonlight. A shadow passed down from overhead darkening the cat's face. A raven in search of dinner. The she-cat watched the raven closely as it swooped down over the lake. At once, a dark feather was shed from the raven's body and it glided down until it hit the top of the water. The surface rippled with the light touch and the she-cat looked cautious of what she was seeing.
"It is time," she meowed to herself. "One feather will shake the Earth and rising from it will be one powerful enough to destroy the clans." She repeated the prophecy over and over again inside of her head. A cat was to be born on this night, one that would overthrow the clans. He or she would not know of their destiny but the tortoiseshell would watch over them. Guide them as best as she could to the right path. But even she knew there was no escaping a prophecy. She could medal with it as much as she wanted trying to get out of its powerful rules. Its like prophecies had a mind of their own, and that mind was clever, cunning sometimes. The she-cat continued gazing out at the raven's feather and watched it sink to the bottom of the lake.
"O' starclan, let me change their fate from the horrible one set before them. Let me reason with you," she prayed. Just then, a golden tom leaped out from the bushes behind her, panting wildly.
"Willowstar," it panted. "Jadewing...kits...coming now..." The tom looked weary and worried. Surely, the birth of the one that would destroy the clans would not be too pleasant.
"I will be there in a moment, Hissingleap,"Willowstar promised. She glanced one last time at the place where the feather had sunk before turning her back on the lake and dashing into the bushes. The destroyer of the clans would be born tonight.