Alana: Right! A new story to refresh my mind!


The pale clouds parted and the woods became bathed in silvery moonlight. A dark shape moved in the shadows. Silently, stealthily down the moss covered rocks. It leapt and bounded so easily down to a silent pool in the centre of a ring of pebbles. The dark grey cat sat down at the pool's side.

"Let all cats from the Tribe of Shooting Stars gather at the Pool of Sacred Tears!" Her loud meow echoed confidentially through the towering oaks.

One by one, the dark outlines of cats trotted out of the undergrowth. They sat down around the pool without a word.

When all the cats have seated, a fiery pelted queen stood up.

"We're all here Echosong Stars." She meowed.

Echosong Stars nodded, her grey pelt sparkling under the moonbeams.

"Thank you Flameheart Stars." She looked around her. "I have seen a prophecy from the skies. The four tribe's destiny will rest on four young shoulders."

A muscular black tom stood up. "I have seen this too." His meow rumbled so deeply it sounded like a growl. "These cats are yet to be born."

"We must warn the Alphas!" A yowl rose from above. "These four cats need to be well mentored!"

"And they will be, Nightrose, be patient." Echosong Stars murmured softly.

The water in the pool rippled, even though there was no wind to disturb it. All the cats fell silent and peered into the pool. Four unclear shapes of cats appeared, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"They'll be fine young cats." The midnight black tom rumbled.

"Oh, yes, Darkstorm, they will be."

The clouds covered the moon again and the slick pelted cats left the clearing and melted away into the trees.


Alana: Ok! Time to hit the review button guys!