Five starry cats gathered around in a circle, mumbling anxiously to each other. They stood in a cloudy forest, with stars shining through the clouds, and trees that stretched for miles. The usually bustling heaven was nearly silent, the only voices arising showing fear and confusion.
The cats suddenly stopped speaking when they heard the footsteps of a large, starry, brown tabby tom cat. The other cats quickly got into a line, all of them facing the new cat. With how fast they got into position, one would've thought it was instinct.
What felt like moons passed, until a small, white tabby tom spoke.
"...A-Aspenstar, what is the verdict?"
The brown tom towering over them spoke in a soft, calm voice.
"A kit of ForestClan is going to have a destiny like none other. This kit will save the clans from destruction."
Aspenstar paused for a moment, and then when he spoke again, his tone became more worrisome.
"...However. There is a problem. Unlike any other prophecy we have ever needed to deliver before, this happens to be all we know. We don't know what cats are going to live, what cats are going to die...We don't even know this kit's name."
The other cats began to quietly murmur to each other again, until Aspenstar's calm demeanor snapped in an instant.
"Be quiet, all of you!"
Every one of the starry cats went silent, and Aspenstar's tone shifted back to a calm tone in the blink of an eye, as if nothing happened.
"Even so, we must still tell the clans something...But, how?"