"Do not be alarmed, young Poolpaw," Silverwing spoke, love laced in her words. "I have come to you with a message."

"You mean, a StarClan prophecy?" Poolpaw looked up at her mother with wide eyes.

"Yes, something like that." Silverwing purred with amusement. "Now, you must listen very closely to what I am about to tell you." The silver tabby's eyes grew dark, clouded over with a mixture of grief and anger. "The blood of Fire, Snow, Moon, and Sun will all be spilt at the touch of darkness. The pain and suffering will stop only when the darkness has been lightened."