"Something is going to happen." Bluestar meowed, looking into the Starpool as she watched three cats.
"What do you mean?" Firestar asked.
"I don't really know myself." The former Thunderclan leader admitted. "All I know is that something is going to happen soon and change all of their lives forever."
"Is it good or bad?" Blackstar slipped out of the shadows.
"I think a bit of both." The blue-gray she-cat meowed.
"Well, we'll find out soon, won't we?" A dark gray she-cat with Yellow eyes mewed from the shadows.
"Yes, Yellowfang, we will." Firestar replied.
"It has to be very bad." Blackstar meowed. "Remember the Prophecy? Disaster will strike; the best may fall; only one can save it all."
"It's Wolfpaw." Bluestar suddenly meowed, standing up. "He's the cat in the prophecy."
"Are you sure?" The flame-colored tom asked her.
"Absolutely, Firestar." Bluestar looked at the other three cats. "No doubt."
"Wolfpaw." Blackstar murmured. "Save us when we need it most."