The End is Coming (Prologue)

The gathered cats stared into the pool, anxiously. A blind grey tom gasped, and began to recite words;

"Dark days are coming,

Blood will spill with a storm,

One that is Breeze's ally,

Will destroy all that's known,

Only Four can stop it,

Born in the dead of night,

Each will have unknown powers,

That will crush the dark force,

Or encourage it's growth."

"What does that mean, Jayfeather?" The cats made a small path for a brown tabby she-cat, with amber eyes that were wide in anxiety.

"I-I don't know Leafpool." Jayfeather faced away, the anxiety flowing off his mother was very stressful. Suddenly a twig snapped, causing silence to spread throughout the crowd.

"Relax," purred a velvety voice, "It is just me, Oakheart."

"Alright then." Firestar mewed, "Everyone know which medicine cat they're going to send the Prophecy to?" There were a few mumblings, and most of the cats departed to their own separate territories. A few cats stayed, crowding close around the pool.

"Firestar!" A yowl came from Lionblaze. "Yes?" purred Firestar, turning around.

Lionblaze swallowed, "How will we prepare the Clans?"

Firestar mewed, his eyes narrowing, "Battle training."