Five cats gathered around a pool of clear, silky water.
The first cat parted her jaws to speak. "We must discuss this prophecy right away," then looked at the second cat. "Reedwhisker, do tell."
Reedwhisker nodded. "The prophecy foretold, 'The hawk shall take flight with a broken wing from her nest and cause destruction for the worm and fish while the injured fawn rests beneath the gorse'"
The third cat looked puzzled. "What could this possibly mean?" He wondered aloud.
"It means something!" The fourth cat spat. "Sparkstar, you have the biggest mouse-brain here. Figure something out." He whisked his tail. "I'm staying out of this." Then padded away without another word.
Sparkstar bristled. "T-thank you Reedwhisker. We didn't need Blazefur anyways." Then looked to the fith cat. "Any ideas?"
The last cat nodded slightly, then shook her head. "Maybe." She mewed. "I think it may have to do with Applefur's kits. You know. Wormkit and Fishkit?"
Sparkstar shook her head. "Applefur is Poppyclan. So is her kits. This is Berryclan buisness." She retorted. "Which means we can't bring up your pathetic home-clan in this situation. Understood, Goosewhisker?"
Goosewhisker flicked her tail and looked at the third cat. "Raventail, you've been standing their thinking long enough. What do you got?"
Raventail sighed. "I think you might be right about Applefur. Her kits seem suspicious."
"Silence!" Sparkstar snapped. "It has nothing to do with Poppyclan and thats that! This meeting is over." Then the cats parted.