A large grey and white tom stalked beneath the low branches of the fir trees, thunder rolling in the distance as the storm grew to its peak. The cat burst from the bushes and emerged in a clearing with many small saplings in the center. A silvery white cat fixed its blue gaze upon him. "Cedarstar, I have grave news for you."
"What is it, Star?" An ominous prophecy loomed in the air, making it crackle with tension.
"A kit will come, and change the clan forever, she will have the stars in her fur and the cold of the river will flow through her eyes."
"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Cedarstar asked desperately.
"Battles will rage around her and dark prophecies will cast there shadows over her mind like murky rain clouds pouring death upon the clans." Star began to fade into the night, leaving only his scent lingering on for a moment more.
"Star, wait you must explain! I need you!" But he was already gone, leaving only a few last words ringing in Cedarstar's ears.
"... when the spirits of silverpetl walk with their paws on the earth you shall know the time has come."