The wind howled above the moorland, shaking the trees at the edge of the gully. Four starlit cats sat sillougheted in the dip.
One lifted it's small head, the fur color a dark sandy shade of brown. "The time is near. My kin will be joining the Clans soon," she said, snaking her tial back and forth.
"Easy there Georgoia. We don't know for sure these are the right ones. After all, there were suppose to be six, not five," another cat said, male this time. This one was a tom with black fur and one white front paw.
Georgia stared at him. "They are our grandchildren you now? We have to be exited, Scourge; the future of the Clans could depend on this one very litter!"
Scourge shook his head and wrapped his tail around her. "My love, I never said I wasn't exited. I just think we should wait and -"
He was cut off by the harsh growl of a velvety colored she-cat with tan paws and ears. "You dare say what we need do? The one who almost destroyed any chance of these kits being born?! If anyone shall decide what we should do how long we should wait, it should be true StarClan cats. Your not even suppose to be here."
Another cat spoke, this time an old gray tom. "Hush Velvetfeather. He is your son but you should not scorn him. He only did this because your other two kits from his litter -Socks and Ruby- made him this way."
"And Tigerstar," Scourge muttered, loud enough to be heard over the wind.
Everyone nodded grimly and for a while, they were silent. A peircing screech broke the quiet. Vevletfeather's head shot up and she peered over the edge of this rise. "Darkstripe...," sighing, she leaped up and over the gully, slamming into Darkstripes flank. The two tusstled for a while then Velvetfeather made up her mind, rolled him over twice and pinned him, leaning in 'til they were nose-to-nose.
"You always were a good fighter," he laughed, a sly grin crossing his face.
She glanced behind her helplessly the turned back to her enemy. "What are you doing on StarClan's hunting grounds, Dark Forest dweller?"
A blue she-cat and a golden tom with a lion-like mane appeared and watched. By now, all of the other cats had gathered around to watch the two. After all, they had a history of love. Velvetfeather, Darkstripe, Tigerstar and Longtail were all involved in loving one another at some point. But Longtail had been the first to have her bear his kits into ThunderClan.
"Let him go Velvetfeather, he is of no use to us. After all, he can't have heard much." The blue she-cat spoke, laying her tail on Velvetfeather's shoulders and drawing the snarling cat off Darkstripe who got up and smirked, shaking out his pelt.
"Bluestar, how can you say something like that? That cat is a traitor beyond trators, he worked with Tigerstar," she spat, shaking off the ThunderClan leader.
"As did Longtail," Bluestar pointed out.
"Longtail didn't keep secret contact with that killer."
At this, with the number of cats in the clearing, they remained quiet for a good amount of time.
Suddenly, a badger appeared over the rise. "When it is time, three kin of your kin will hold the power of the stars in their paws. They will then find their equals and rule, experiencing anything and everything they must." Without hesitation, the black and white striped beast blundered back thru the bracken and dissapeared.
"There it was." The golden tom mewed.
"There what was what Lionheart," Bluestar asked, her tail flicking in intrest.
"The prophecy. It has been spoken my leader. Three must become eight for the first stretch of time," Lionheart huffed, eyes toward the sky.
"And so it has been spoken. Three must become eight to save the Clans."