Prologue
"Willowflight, they're gorgeous," said a fluffy white cat to a bluish-brackish queen. "Thank you, Frozenleaf." Willowflight replied as another cat entered. "Poppytail, may I help you?" Frozenleaf asked suspiciously.
"Willowflight, one of your kits is the one." Poppytail replied solemnly. Willowflight let out a small gasp. "Which one?" she asked anxiously. She wrapped her tail around her kits and help them close to her. "The one of blue fur," Poppytail said, reciting one of the lines from the prophecy.
All three cats looked down at the kit in the middle of Willowflight's nest; just recently named Bluekit. "She will be the one to, once again, save the Clans." Poppytail murmured. "What was that?" Frozenleaf snapped at Poppytail. "Nothing, nothing," Poppytail said, knowing that the prophecy must not be told to anyone; at least not the entire thing. For now, they would only know that Bluekit was important.
Stepping back, Poppytail left the nursery, leaving the she-cats to ponder what he had told them, and what he had not told them.
