…The Holly Will Rise Again…
Prologue
A tortoiseshell she-cat paced back and forth, making her agitation clear.
"Spottedleaf, what's bothering you?" asked a silver tabby StarClan she-cat. She was looking directly at the tortoiseshell she-cat and had a puzzled look on her face.
"Feathertail, yesterday when I was hunting I heard a prophecy forming in my mind," mewed Spottedleaf.
"What was it?" Feathertail asked urgently. She could tell from Spottedleaf's expression that this was a matter of extreme importance.
"Once the fire has died and the cinder is broken, the holly will rise again," squeaked Spottedleaf. She knew what it meant, but wasn't strong enough to tell her friend.
"I think I know what it means," Feathertail murmured, nuzzling Spottedleaf gently. "Firestar will die and Cinderheart will be broken, and Hollyleaf will rise to be leader…"
Sol ran after the black she-cat after she had escaped from the dirt.
"Wait, Hollyleaf!" he called. "I'm trying to help you!"
Hollyleaf stopped running and whipped around, her nose almost touching his.
"What? What could you possibly want with me? You know I'm not one of the three! After all, you're the one who told me so in the first place!"
"Hollyleaf, please! I need to tell you something!" Sol meowed.
"Fine!" Hollyleaf hissed. "What?"
"Hollyleaf…I love you!"
Her green eyes widened then closed and she whispered, "I love you too, Sol."